How has everyone’s weekend been?  Ours has been mellow.  Solitary.  Quiet (or as quiet as it can be with three kids).   Nothing very exciting.  Nothing extraordinary.

Of course, this hasn’t stopped me from taking pictures.  And I want to share those pictures here because I feel like I haven’t been taking very many pictures of non-knitting related activities lately.

Of course, Evie is yet again a major subject.  Mostly because, for the moment, she sits the most still for the camera and doesn’t make weird faces (at least not on purpose).  I cannot say the same about the boys.  It’s almost impossible to get a reasonable picture of Liam these days.  Everything I take is blurry, blurry, blurry.

Eggs were dyed, though I find as I progress through my adult years that I don’t have much interest in dying eggs.  And I have even less toleration for cheapo Paas dying kits.  It’s virtually impossible to get good color with those damned things.  But I tried.

Harry had a good time dying eggs though.  So did Liam, though his favorite part might have been when he tried to dump out the entire contents of the yellow dye cup.  Or when he cracked an egg by slamming it on the table too hard.  Whoops.

The “Easter Bunny” was hard at work last night, putting together everyone’s color coordinated baskets.  Evie’s basket was purples and pinks, Liam’s was blues and yellows, and Harry’s was reds and greens.  Very cute.  And everyone seemed to know whose basket was whose this morning without even having to ask.

I’m too cute.  Even for myself.

Liam was big time into the whole thing this morning.  He started hunting for eggs as soon as he got downstairs and was completely charmed by that whole activity.  That is, until he noticed his Easter basket and the bounty that lay within.

Evie was a little young yet to really look for eggs but she was definitely a fan of the whole chocolate thing.

We’re sorta playing it downkey today.  Half of us don’t feel that hot (I’m included in that half).  But we did make it out on time for church this morning.

I know, I was surprised too.

We hit up Jack in the Box after church because isn’t that where everyone goes when they’re dressed in their Easter finest?  For the record, their mini sirloin burgers are faboo.

After we scarred the younguns with the touchless car wash, we came home.  And that is where we shall stay for the remainder of the day.  Kile is fighting sleep in his recliner while “Cars” plays for about the  10th time this week on the television.

We have a pretty easy Easter dinner to put together that involves mostly warming things up.  Even better, these “things” are yummy things.  So you know, there’s that.

This assumes we’ll feel well enough to eat.

Meh.

Happy Easter!