Easter Day!

The Easter Bunny made his way to our house but, this year he (or she) did things a little different. Instead of leaving the filled baskets out on the table, he nibbled the carrot and left the kids a note. It read:

Carter & Whitleigh,
I heard that you love to solve riddles so I have left you a few clues all around your house to solve. Each one will lead you to the next clue and when you have answered the last one, you will find what I have left for you.

Clue #1: I am something cold, I sit in your refrigerator and you love to drink me. What am I? (you can see the clue up by the milk container)
Clue #2: I am large and white, people something sit inside of me, I am in your parents bathroom. What am I?

Clue#3: I am shaped like a rectangle, I am in your living room, you can turn me on and off. What am I?

(at this point, Carter turned to me and said, "Boy, our Easter Bunny is sure being tricky this year!")
Clue #4: I have a door, I am usually dark inside and Carter keeps his clothes here. What am I?

Clue #5: I am a striped box, I have many babies inside me, I am in Whitleigh's room. What am I?

Clue #6: I help clean things that are dirty and wet. I have metal doors and I am close to the garage. What am I?

and.... this is where they found their baskets! Carter's was in the washer and Whitleigh's was in the dryer.

Whitleigh received a new Ladybug doll which she promptly named Emma.

Carter had several things falling out of his basket but was sold on the new 'How to Train Your Dragon' book. Ohhh... my little reader!

All dressed for Sunday brunch at the Club!

When we got home the "tricky" Easter Bunny had returned and hid all of the eggs out back.

I spy one adorable girl and one purple egg... can you?

Whitleigh found the egg with "Daddy" on it... she was so proud of herself! We missed you this year Daddy!

Counting 'em up!

Two final side notes.

First off, thank you so much Mom and Dad for coming out here and spending the week with the kids and I. We had so much fun and it was so nice to have company in the house! All of the fun and festivities wouldn't have happened with such enthusiasm if it weren't for you both.

The second note goes out to the Momtourage that happen to read this. In my effort to save my own sanity and "Go Green" (if you will), I purchased edible Easter grass this year instead of the plastic or paper version that constantly surfaces from April till October in our house. It was quite possibly THE worst holiday product made to date.

I have gone back over my thought process to see where my reasoning glitch may have happened and to be frank, I'm going to take the high road on and blame my Dad for this one. :-D After all, he offered to watch my kids while I ran to Wal Mart to complete my "Bunny Duty" and I know that if I would have had my two sweet & adorable monsters with me, I would have shot down the aisle and grabbed 2 chocolate bunnies and maybe some jellybeans. But no. Not this time. I had all the time in the world to look at each item and have mental conversations like this, "Well, Gretchen... we just end up throwing the Easter grass away each year anyway, at least this time the kids can I dunno know, eat some of it and pretend to be rabbits themselves or something........ yeah! Ohhh, this is going to be fun... BLUEberry for Carter, GREEN sour apple for Whitleigh. I wonder if it'll be like the old Bubblegum string chew... I loved that stuff. Do they still sell that? I never see it. huh. Okay, so edible grass it is. Fun!"

Fast forward to Easter morning. Not only did the grasses taste like Pinesol, the kids still made a mess of it by spreading it everywhere in hopes to find that one last chocolate egg in the bottom of their baskets. The kicker? I was not just cleaning up tiny shreds of Easter grass. I was picking up tiny shreds of Easter grass that, since it was edible, was now STICKY!!!!!!!!!!!

Really Gretchen?! Sticky. I hate sticky. I hate sticky more than I hate getting wet and I really, really hate getting wet.

So probably from now until October, if you see my children or I around town and we have Easter grass hanging off our clothing or trailing behind us as if it were tissue from the restroom... I ask that you either politely remove it or make it a point to punch me in the face as my reminder to stop being so anal.

Edible Easter grass...sheesh!