Hoppy Easter

Yes, in fact, it was necessary to title this post with a pun.  I made it up, too.  

 

Our holiday preparations began with a little cookie baking, courtesy of a children's cookbook Aunt Sandy gave to Ella for Christmas.  I have many missions on my parenting list; ensuring these kids know their way around a kitchen is near the top.  Cookies are always an easy sell, of course.

This particular baking adventure was all up to Ella, but of course the boys didn't mind sampling the results.

 (If Henry can't see me, then I'm not taking a picture of him.  His newest trick.)

(If Henry can't see me, then I'm not taking a picture of him.  His newest trick.)

Easter morning and bed heads.  Two of my favorite things.  Oh, and Cadbury Creme Eggs for breakfast.

 "I can't smile right now.  My lips are stuck together with creme filing."

"I can't smile right now.  My lips are stuck together with creme filing."

 If you follow up 3/4 lb of candy with scrambled eggs, it erases the bodily damage.

If you follow up 3/4 lb of candy with scrambled eggs, it erases the bodily damage.

The Easter Bunny visited while we were at church, but the kiddos still needed to entertain themselves for a bit while we waited for everyone to show up for the hunt.

 It's on!

It's on!

Time to eat!  And what's a family gathering around here without a birthday or two to celebrate?

 Professional Goofballs.

Professional Goofballs.

 Can't imagine where they get it from.

Can't imagine where they get it from.

 Better not leave a candle burning around this group -- the accusatory fingers will start flying. 

Better not leave a candle burning around this group -- the accusatory fingers will start flying.