We passed on a bunch of different Easter-tunities (Get it? Like an "opportunity," but for Easter. No? Not working for you? Hmph.) and chose to just be us for Easter this year. Of course, when the majority of the family is seven or younger it's a little hard to really chill, but we did our best.
The Easter Bunny came, of course. Eggs were scattered throughout the house. Instead of placing baskets by the fireplace like he did last year (as Clara repeatedly reminded us he would) he left clues. "Go here." "Go there." Clara read out each and then the three would take off (usually in the same direction) to the next spot and dig around for another purple scrap of paper. They found their baskets in the tub in the upstairs bathroom. Good thing they didn't open the curtain when they were brushing their teeth earlier, huh?
After the sugar rush wore off they settled down with books and bubble guns ("blowers... they're bubble blowers"). Just when they were really mellowing out and we were going to get our peace and quiet Grandma Joan arrived and they kicked it back into high gear at least until after lunch. (No, it's not "dinner" if it's served in the middle of the afternoon.)
In the end it was really relaxed and that was a good thing. Still, there's something to be said about a day full of people and chaos and a late return home. But there are kids that read this and I can't write those kinds of words here.
