Easter Best

  

I crop these so you can't tell Wes is wearing sweats, but I do solemnly swear his shirt has no unnecessary holes.  Yep, nailed it.

Evil Easer Bunny

Last year, there were tears.  Not mine, of course. But to buy us more sleeping time, I hid the kids' baskets as well as I could downstairs.  The extra sleep plan may have backfired.

This year, hoping my kids were smarter and more resilient (so that I had to be neither), I did the same thing. First, they woke to this:

Later, I added the PS No Crying!!

I buried each of the bunnies under as much other crap as I could, as the pictures show.

And then, once they found the bunny, they had to figure out the clue to find the rest of the loot.  "There's no cooler kid than Kyla" didn't work out for me, as she had looked in the cooler before she  had found her bunny.  Wesley's "I hope this doesn't leave any scars" befuddled them all for a long time, and I don't know who finally figured out that I hadn't underlined "scars" but "car".  Wesley also found Piper's on top of the freezer before she found her bunny in a box under a box in the office.  However, the big winner that morning? (Clearly not Jesus's resurrection, at least before 9am).  Teamwork.  Kids teamed up against Evil Easter Bunny and won the day!  

Piper Crafts....Bunnies!

Give Piper some yarn and she'll find stuffing somewhere and craft something new. This time, she was determined to make Easter bunnies for her Oregon cousins.  

 They even have really cute butts!

Up on the Rooftop...again

Just another Sunday evening for us--guests for dinner and kids on the roof.  This is the first day, I think, that I found out that Wes jumps from roof to grass.  

My First!

It's been 28 years in the making, but I finally got my first traffic ticket.  Kyla, Piper, and I were listening to Michelle Obama's audiobook, and one of them asked me to turn it up.  Did so, got caught, and now have my first ever ticket.  I haven't even been pulled over in decades.  Not that I haven't deserved a ticket before, but I was born under a lucky star.  

The kids and I visited Mom and Janet today, and we measured Kyla's height against Grandma's in the old OMG-How-Tall-Is-She-Getting!?! game. I took a picture, just so they could see how close they are, but I accidently caught very lovely, and loving, pictures of two of my favorite women.  

Spring Flung: Home via Tulip Festival

The ferry left British Columbia about noon, getting us back to Anacortes mid-afternoon.  It's only the smallest hiccup of a detour to go through the tulip and daffodil fields outside of Mount Vernon.  My favorite place is Roozengaarde, which does have an admission fee and lots of ways of asking for more of your money once inside ($13 cheeseburger, anyone?), but I fully got my $7 worth of the experience, and more than made up for everyone else as well.

Wesley (wearing PJs, sunglasses, and a scowl) went from 

  

to

👦

when I gave him my good camera and charged him to be my official photographer.  He actually did pretty well.  Here's an album, because I was blown away by how well designed the tulip layouts were this year!  The daffodil made out of tulips is inspirational, but the first few of a flowing "stream" through non-symmetrical tulip fields is my favorite.

Why does my favorite tulip remind me so much of my favorite cocktail?  

So glad we made it this year!  It was a vacation bookended by our beautiful spring, both in weather and flowers.