Clara has been asking me lots of questions lately about Easter, and I usually have to hit up Google to build on my skeleton of an explanation. So, yes, maybe at some point we should go to church or do something religious or at least spiritual at Easter. For now, though, we're good with the secular version of celebrating.
The Easter Bunny was up to his same old tricks this year. He filled and hid eggs, ate a carrot, and then scampered off to somewhere else. In the morning, just like
last year and the
the year before that, (along with seven unblogged years of parenthood), the kids found eggs while Chad and I drank coffee and gave the occasional egg hint.
The Easter Bunny was up to his same old tricks this year. He filled and hid eggs, ate a carrot, and then scampered off to somewhere else. In the morning, just like last year and the the year before that, (along with seven unblogged years of parenthood), the kids found eggs while Chad and I drank coffee and gave the occasional egg hint. 
The tradition gets tweaked a bit from year to year, and this time around the Bunny filled most of the eggs with teeny little squres of paper. On each square was a letter, and the letters, when correctly arranged, told the kids where to look for their goodies. 
Honey mustard pretzels in the mailbox, for instance. Big ticket item.
There was a bit of chocolate to be found, too. The Bunny must have known that we've run out of Girl Scout cookies. :)
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