Happyyyyeaster!!

Nothing terribly earth-shattering to report here. The Easter Bunny came.

Side note: I don't like the Easter Bunny. Or should I say, I hate whomever came up with the concept? For some reason, I'm ok telling my kids about an old fat guy in a red suit who flies all over the world in a sleigh pulled by reindeer and delivers gifts to every kid in the world in one night. That doesn't bother me one bit. But on the other hand, I have the hardest time looking my kids in the eye and saying to them, "Look what the Easter Bunny brought you!" A giant rodent delivering chocolate replicas of himself to kids everywhere? Why, I ask. Why! I may as well sit down with them and say, "Sweeties, I think you're really, really dumb." What on earth does this have to do with the real reason we celebrate Easter? What do little tiny blades of plastic grass discovered all over my house for MONTHS after the actual day of Easter have to do with the resurrection? And don't get me started on the eggs that get hard-boiled, sloppily colored, and never eaten. Discarded! Thrown away! Ok, it's fun for them. I understand. And I wouldn't dream of taking it away from them. But just once I'd like to spend 5 minutes alone in a room with the inventor of the Easter Bunny.

Lest anyone think I'm a springtime Scrooge, let me state for the record that there is one thing I absolutely LOOOOOVE about this time of year. Two words: Cadbury Eggs. Yes, that's right. I have a weakness.

At any rate, this post was simply going to be a few words and some cute pictures of kids hunting eggs. (hunting eggs???) But I ventured off the beaten path a tad. Please forgive me. I'm coming down off of a severe Cadbury Egg high.

I was going to omit the below photo of Ben, for obvious reasons, but the more I looked at it, the more I liked the sheer "reality" of it. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go, right? I love my Benjamin!