Random side note: was cleaning out the hall closet, and found an old purse. With an old memory card stashed in a pocket. With some old pictures still on it.
Glad to see the Moose hasn’t changed a bit. This is his face as he watched everyone else eating S’mores in front of him. I remember because it included a sad dramatic sniffling noise. He still does that, too.
So, whatever Moose, I got your number.
Good Friday we did the usual egg dyeing and the peep treats.
The Lime Bandit strikes again.
Finished product. Took about 90 minutes, should have taken 30 tops, but you know: KIDS.
And also they love to decorate their beloved Halle Berry’s napping spots when she’s in dreamland. She wakes up none too happy.
And then it was Easter. I’ve been hiding puzzle pieces in the eggs, a sort of scavenger hunt for their baskets after they find all the eggs, except: Peter accidentally found the baskets before they found all the eggs, so: so much for that nonsense.
We had our now traditional KC Barbeque for dinner, which means starting all the dishes in the morning, if you want that true BBQ quality. I feel like I spent the entire damned day in the kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, it was all divine! But, still. There went my Easter Sunday.
It was actually a pretty beautiful day out though, so the boys spent some serious quality time goofing around in the yard.
At one point I was SO OVER ALL THE COOKING and about thisclose to a nervous breakdown thanks to small-child hijinks, so… I went outside to the solitude of our backyard patio set, with a beer and my sunglasses, and sunned my very whitey-lady pale legs for a good 45 minutes. It was glorious. However I apologize to any neighbors I mentally scarred with the view of my scary-pale legs. It’s been a long winter. That’s my excuse anyway.
Almost dinner time.
FINALLY.
Scott did some 8-hour smoked ribs, and we had bacon-baked beans that slow-cooked on the stovetop all day, plus Jack Stack-style cheesy corn, and cornbread with honey butter, and a quick-dressed bacon salad. It was all THE BEST EVARRRRR. Oh KC BBQ, never leave me.
And that’s it, friends. I hope everyone had a lovely, fulfilling Easter holiday. See you again soon.
Oh actually nevermind I forgot to share one of the best BFFs on the planet. Or at least in our neighborhood. She follows that kid around like a love-sick puppy dog.
Okay good bye for real this time.
