Saturday: beautiful, sunny, warm enough to wear a tank top and not get chilled by arctic winds. Breckin and I got some sun on our shoulders and cheeks from being outside ALL day for Easter egg hunts, T-Ball games, and cleaning the garage.
Sunday: cloudy, rainy, and down right cold. And, honestly, great weather for Easter day because it keeps my kiddos slightly calmer and more in the mood for hanging out with their family indoors while finding plastic eggs under the couch and eating a classic Sunday night dinner of ham, tri tip (cause D doesn't like ham), asparagus, roasted red potatoes, watermelon, and raspberry batter cake.
Only in Seattle do you get one weekend day in your tank tops and flip flops and the other weekend day in your sweaters and pajamas and cold enough that roasted food sounds good. I'll take our crazy weather every time if it's going to be like that. Saturday was so flippin gorgeous and just what we needed for our outdoor events. TBall was fun and it's so awesome to see Breckin getting more and more into it. And who knew that all kids needed to sit down and listen and pay attention was orange buckets. Seriously. A line of orange buckets was all it took to make our team of rascally five and six year olds act like normal children instead of complete spazoids. Look.
Crazy, right? Last week they were falling down and all over the place and this week, with the addition of the orange buckets, they had a place to be and stayed there marginally well.
And then there's Ella. I think Ella's favorite holiday is Easter. That girl loves bunnies more than anything. Well, almost anything, cause no one loves anything more than Ella loves Curious George. That's a whole nother photo essay. But Ella and bunnies and chocolate come a close second. Look again.
Yeah, that was breakfast. There are no rules on Easter morning. We met my family for a wonderful Easter brunch at one of my favorite restaurants- The Crab Cracker- and Breckin thought it was so cool that you didn't have to wait to order or wait for the cooks to make your food. You could just walk over to the middle of the restaurant and fill your plate with whatever you wanted. He chose cheese, fruit, cheese, fruit, marshmallows (from the chocolate fondue fountain), bacon, bacon, and bacon. I said no rules, right. Ella mostly just ate strawberries and grapes and helped herself to a belgian waffle. See. What idiot mom puts their daughter in a white sweater and feeds them strawberries? Hmm.
Happy beautiful, sunny, warm, rainy, cold Easter weekend!
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