A first Easter and a first Easter egg hunt.

Happy Easter!!
I hope that all of you had as great of a day as we did!

An Eggcellent Easter.

Yesterday we made an attempt at decorating some Easter eggs, but armed with only seven eggs (one of which broke prior to me boiling it and one of which cracked when I dropped it post-boiling), we didn't get very far with our level of creativity.  I mean, it definitely wasn't a Halo Reach pumpkin status (show off, James)...  So today I'm going to pick up another kit on my way home from work and go for take two.  Tomorrow I'm having my mom + kids, Aunt Caryn + kids, and my cousin Tina + kids over for a huge Easter feast and Easter egg hunt to follow.  We're going to have the infamous dishes which I get made fun of on the regular by anyone who knows my family and their infinitely unique recipe titles.  "Broccoli dish" and "potato dish" alongside my mom's delicious glazed ham.  I bought about 150 eggs with candy and toys inside along with bubbles and sticky hands to keep the children happy.  There was talk of a beer hunt for the guys, and I think it'll be an all around good time, especially because I get out of work an hour early tomorrow which means I'll be home in time for everything but not early enough to have to cook :P

Bring Me Han Solo!

I think that Emma is adorable, we have had her for a few months now. When we got her, she was so tiny we could hold her in the palm of our hands. We brought her to the vet and he said that her skeleton was very tiny so she should stay small for a long time. Well, I guess I can believe that's true, because this is what she looked like a few days ago when we had to bathe her because her poop was getting stuck in her long, prissy butt hairs. She also decided to rub her butt all over my beige carpet. It was a wonderful thing to wake up to.

Anyway, she looks so big now, mainly because of her glorious mane, earning her the nickname Jabba the Hutt from most of our friends and family (Note: the title).

Today has been a typical lazy Wednesday, I played a little Chrono Trigger (see yesterday's entry), read Gavyn's new favorite book with him (My Little Word Book by Roger Priddy - this was also Tyler's favorite book that I originally bought for Gavyn when I was pregnant, he could point and say every word by the time he was two), and ate some delicious italian beef sandwiches.

I found out yesterday that Brandie is going to be moving in with Michelle. I have mixed feelings about this. It doesn't bother me, because I knew she would be moving out soon anyway, and hopefully this will lower our bills, but I was also a little annoyed that she couldn't tell me directly after living here for so long.

James' Dad, Mike, is going to install Gavyn's ceiling fan on Sunday and redo our entire computer since it has been running less than satisfactory lately. All of this in exchange for some stale peeps. Yes, you read it correctly. James and his entire family enjoy stale peeps. This means that they cut open the package of peeps and let them sit for 2-3 days, and then devour the slightly crusty morsels. And they wouldn't have it any other way. They insist that they do not taste good when they are fresh, that they are too... Well, fresh.

Anyway, I'm going to try to find something productive to do until LOST comes on tonight. Ciao!