Easter

At 6 am Easter morning, Olivia came into my room to tell me "Mom, Katelyn's downstairs looking at her Easter basket." That's almost two hours earlier than Kate normally wakes up, and no one's supposed to go down until everyone's awake, and we all go down when mom and dad decide its time. I remember doing this same thing when I was probably about her size. I woke up before everyone else, so I snuck into the living room to see if the Easter Bunny had come. I knew I couldn't get stuff out of my basket yet, so instead I just sat right in front of mine and stared at it, getting the most thorough inspection I could without touching anything. After about 10 minutes of this (yeah, it was a good look), my mom came up behind me and I still remember jumping when she said my name. I knew I was busted. Katelyn didn't even care. She wasn't about to leave that basket behind and go back upstairs.
I thought Olivia had figured out the mystery behind the Easter Bunny last year, but I think part of her still wanted to believe. This year, she kept telling her siblings, "Dad's the Easter Bunny - remember in Seattle when the Easter Bunny couldn't come until after church one time and we went a walk and dad stayed home and when we got home the Easter Bunny had come. So it's Dad." But she wasn't completely convinced - a few minutes later, she was making name tags for the baskets so that the Easter Bunny would know whose was whose, "just in case." When Katelyn started calling John the Easter Bunny, I pulled Olivia aside. I confirmed her suspicions, and told her to keep quiet about it so the others wouldn't find out yet.
"So it is Dad?"
"Mom and Dad." (The Easter Bunny's not a solo job here, I can't let John get all the credit).
"I guess I didn't really need to put those name tags up then."

Lately, after blow-drying my hair, I keep not liking it much lately. But, most days there are other things to do besides spending lots of time on it, so what could I do besides go around with stupid looking hair. Since it was Easter (and we had some extra time to get ready thanks to Katelyn), I put a little more effort in. When I was done,  I was like, "Oh, so that's what my hair looks like when it's done." There was a little improvement there.

We took turns with the camera, so we have family pictures in parts. John just loved it when I made him do pictures when he's trying to get everyone in the car to get a bench at church.

Smiling as they push each other away.

Better luck next year with the candy, Tyler.