Happy Easter

I keep meaning to post, but last week was the week from hell, workwise. And now here it is Easter Sunday, time for just a quick post before we head out the door to find our Easter dinner (we have an adventure planned).

Spring has really sprung here -- even to the 4 inches of snow we woke up to on Friday. Spring in Colorado involves snow, so it's not worth worrying about. Besides, it's very wet snow and makes everything look so fresh and green.

We finally went shopping for the boys' birthday bikes and found two great used bikes on sale at Bicycle Village.

Of course, both bikes had some problems -- Kid B's got an immediate flat tire, Kid A's had a bent wheel -- but I think we've gotten that all straightened out now (ha ha) and the boys are riding around the neighborhood happily. The bikes seem too big for them, but their old bikes had gotten way too small, so these are the right size to grow into.

Baseball season ("coach pitch" this year, not T-ball) has started, but only Kid A is playing. Kid B said Absolutely Not when I suggested signing him up. However, so far he's had to go along to all the games and I think he's reconsidering his decision a little. We had a great coach last year, but I think this year's coach is even better, and he keeps encouraging Kid B to join in. We'll see.

Yesterday our neighborhood association held an Egg Hunt in the local park, and we attended that for the first time (I think last year it may have been snowed out). It was great fun -- maybe a hundred people came out.

They divided the park up into sections by kid age: 0-2, 3-5, and 6+. The six-plusers were way out at the back of the lawn, so when the organizers yelled "Go!" our boys went racing past all the little folk out to their section of the park. They were allowed to find 15 eggs each. Kid B actually found 17, so he shared some of his with Kid A.

Afterwards, this being Boulder, we recycled the plastic shells for next year.

Following the hunt, there were water-balloon catapult contests. Kid A was very good at this.

His shot was ALMOST a contender for the prize. Maybe next year.

Last night, Rocket Boy and I went to bed terribly late, like 1:30 am or something, and just before we turned in, RB went in the kids' room and set off one of their Audubon birds (maybe the meadowlark), then quickly closed the door and came to bed. "WHY did you do that?" I demanded. "They'll wake up!" "No, they won't, they're sound asleep," he reassured me. A minute later, they woke up, both of them, and went to the bathroom, chattering all the way. "They're AWAKE," I whispered furiously to RB. "At almost 2 o'clock in the morning! And now they'll go looking for eggs!" "No, they won't," Rocket Boy said, and got up to make sure this did not happen. He talked to them and they told him that they had heard the bunny (meadowlark -- rabbit -- what's the difference?) and he had left some eggs in their room (there were a couple in their beds). Rocket Boy convinced them to go back to bed, and this actually worked. In addition, because they had woken up during the night, they SLEPT LATE, which is why I am able to write this post today -- I had maybe 6 hours of sleep, instead of the 4 or so that I was expecting.

When they did finally get up, the bunny had been very generous.

The twins even found a little tin of extra chocolate eggs that I had stashed next to my bed. "Look, Mom! The bunny left YOU some eggs!" they shouted, busily eating them. Hmm.

After all the inside eggs and baskets had been located, it was time for Rocket Boy to hide the hard-boiled eggs that we had dyed yesterday. We dyed 21 eggs, so there were a lot to hide and to find. Here are the twins, working the backyard (seen through my office window).

With Rocket Boy's assistance, they finally found all 21, so there won't be any eggs to find in August, rotting away under a bush. Actually, I shouldn't say that, because I'm sure we will do some more egg-hunting later today. But now we are going to head out east, looking for a restaurant that reminds us of the old Ranch House Cafe in Olancha, where we used to go on Easter when we lived in Ridgecrest. I don't care what we find, as long as it has pie.