The Bunny Hath Risen!

Happy Easter, everybody.

I was going to make a Zombie Jesus joke here, but that'd probably offend a bunch of people, so instead let's check out the barrage of pics below to see how the Houghs celebrated this magical and most-recognized of pagan holidays-turned-Christian cornerstones.

Behold:

Wouldn't be an Easter without Paas.  Right, America?

 

I think it's safe to say that, besides the dye itself, every other Easter Egg decoration is little more than a poorly-conceived gimmick.  We've tried tie-dyed eggs, bedazzled eggs, stickers, and these bizarre shrinks-when-you-blow-drow-them plastic wraps (seen here) - it all sucks.

Showing off some of her new Easter threads, courtesy of Grandma and Papa John.

. . . and Alayna's.

More Easter care packages, this time from Papa and Nana. . .

F*** it, it's Easter.

When you politely ask our kids to pose nicely for a picture with their new shirts, this is what you get. 

Bubbles last a couple minutes in this house.  Then Abby spills the bottle and pouts.

Kris wanted to make some Easter-themed cupcakes this year - she got the idea from some chick she works with.

Easter Basket cupcakes.

Don't ask me what's all over this kid's face. . . 

. . . OR this kid's face.  Jesus, we have THOSE kids.

Ah. . . healthy, nutritional Peeps.

Finished product

The dependents' Easter Baskets, appropriately hidden in our bathroom shower.

Easter Egg hunt throughout the house (surprisingly enough, both kids slept in until 7am. . . which rarely happens)

We weren't going to buy a bunch of candy this year, 'cause the kids don't really eat it. . . so the kids ended up getting more eggs filled with quarters and spare change this year.

Once they had hunted down all the eggs we had hidden around the living room/play room, we directed them to the basket scavenger hunt - something we started doing three years ago, and the kids have a lot of fun with.  This year, since Alayna's reading, we were able to write out the clues instead of me drawing pictures of the clue's next location.  This was WAY easier.

(In case you ever wanted to see what the inside our refrigerator looks like.)

Kris' desk looks like someone tossed a hand-grenade on it and left the room.  (See that game on the screen? Sid Meier's classic Pirates  - graphics don't quite hold up, but it's still awesome for being ten years old.  I like playing it on Kris' large-screen desktop, opposed to my MacBook Pro.)

Yes, we wrote that. 

Oddly enough, both kids were more obsessed with what was in Watson's basket than in theirs.  Go figure. 

Like stated earlier, Alayna's been really into Lego Ninjago lately.  We threw a set in her basket along with a chapter book (a step up from the leveled-reader books, so she can grow into it and build up literacy.)

We did the same for Abby, except her latest obsession is Lego Friends. 

We decided that the girls would get a kick out of seeing an Easter basket of treats for Watson, so we went to that Purple Pooch dog boutique (that upscale dog store I've mentioned before that caters to affluent Hunters Creek soccer moms) and bought him a bunch of these frosted, gourmet dog biscuits.

After skipping a healthy breakfast and subsisting on jelly beans and chocolate, we sat the kids down at the kitchen table in order to assemble their new Lego sets. . .

. . . I can't begin to describe how awesome it is to have the kids finally into something badass like Legos.

- Brian