A Very Soggy Easter

I have to share this.

Ralph is a mooch.

A HUGE mooch.

Whenever the kids are eating he is right there at their elbows or with his head in their lap ready to "clean up."

Sometimes, the spills don't work out in his favor.  This one landed on the table.

He tried so hard to get this piece of pasta without hopping up onto the table.

It was a herculean effort, but alas, there was no pay off.

"Maybe if I stare at it long enough, it'll jump onto the floor...."

Easter was in March this year.

Spring-like weather was creeping in.

The sun shone and the temps weren't too chilly.

One of Katie's friends invited us to her church's Easter egg hunt.

Who doesn't love picking up plastic Easter eggs filled with candy they can't eat?

Definitely not my kids.

Can we go now?!?!?!??

 Mikey's section had a gazillion eggs thrown randomly all over the field.
He scoped them out, pre-hunt.

"You may dispense with the pleasantries, church-lady announcer, and GET ON WITH IT!"

 GO!

 "Allll too easy."

Then it was Katie's turn.

The older kids had to do a little searching in the woods.

She did pretty good.

They had a quite a haul.

 The next day was Easter proper.

And it was rainy.
Super rainy.

Oh well.

That's not gonna stop the Easter egg hunt!

Finally!

For the first time, the Easter egg hunt took about 15 to 20 minutes total.
When the last egg was found, everyone escaped the deluge to open up the eggs.

This year the eggs held Lego guys, mini-Minecraft guys, little plastic toys and cold hard cash.

Ohhhh yeahhhhh.

"Where's my eggs, Mommy? How come I don't get no eggs?  No fair."

Basket time!

After the Great Easter Basket Hunt, it was time to chow down on some candy.

Mommy-made, nut-free, gluten-free hollow chocolate bunnies.

Nuttin' better.

Mikey got right to work.

Annnnd, it was gone.

I turned around and this is all that Katie had left.

She felt bad for the chocolate bunny and did not want to eat the head.

But, that didn't last long.

Remember what I was saying about Ralph at the beginning of this post?

His favorite spot at dinnertime.

Here in the PNW, as soon as the sun peeks out and the temperature approaches a balmy 60 degrees the kids start asking for the pool and the sprinklers.

Huzbend decided to let 'em have at it.

Ralph was in, but scooted out real quick.

Next up, Katie.

She looks, uh, comfortable.

Then Mikey.

Yeah.

Wayyyyy toooo cold.

Ralph's saying in this picture, "I told ya, Bro. You never listen."