Easter Weekend

So this past week was spring break and it was long. And by long I mean horrifically, hair-pulling long. It was unseasonably FREEZING ASS COLD, and rainy, and cold and rainy, and thus both kids were stuck inside all week left to do nothing but argue over absolutely everything. 

God how we ever survived a time before school is beyond me. 

However, our painfully long week ended with an actually quite lovely weekend. The weather turned, attitudes from certain small cretins got a lot better, and things just all around got great. 

Saturday Calen asked to go to the baseball field on base to practice. And let me tell you just how much my baseball loving self hates hearing that! So we gleefully spent an hour or so as a family playing ball. Even Cam has suddenly taken on an obsession of sorts of "base-a-ball". 

Towards the end Cam preferred to watch from the stands. With a batting helmet on. Because obviously.

In the afternoon we did confetti eggs. No, I did not make them. I spent four freaking dollars per carton of premade eggs at the grocery store. Because any cost is worth the sanity of not making those by hand. Immediately afterwards we decorated the eggs that we colored the day before. Camden took an egg (raw mind you) and attempted to crack it on his head but I stopped him in time, but now I wish I hadn't because it would have been just damn funny.

confetti eggs!

Ninja powered eggs

Sunday we went to Church like good people do. Although because we are who are, we decided it would be amusing to put superhero shirts underneath their fancy church clothes. Because why not? Because we can never do anything normal. 

Oh look at these nice clean cut Christian boys...

Yeah...nope.

The kids got small Easter baskets from us. Not the Easter bunny. Let's talk about this. I'm not against the Easter bunny or the like. Obviously because we do Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and the new creeper Elf on a Shelf. So our theory of "Easter is about Jesus and not some bunny" is flawed. But that aside, the Easter bunny is just flat out creepy. I mean kill you in your sleep kind of creepy. A jolly man on a Christmas cookie sugar high breaking in your house to leave presents just seems more acceptable than a seriously alarming genetically altered mutant rabbit pooping eggs full of jelly beans into baskets for kids. 

I mean look at this!

I don't know who this is. I googled "Easter bunny" and this was the first hit. Good heavens.

So we just don't do the Easter bunny. They just bother the shit out of me. 

Our good friends from out of town came to spend the afternoon with us and we decided that a superhero egg hunt on the beach was a brilliant idea. Because obviously. So that's what we did. A superhero egg hunt on the beach. 

And that was our weekend. Admist an incredibly stressful few weeks trying to coordinate this completely complicated move, it was nice to have a peaceful (albeit busy) weekend with the family.

And without Easter bunnies.