Video Edition: Easter Rocked!

Life Lesson: Don't put your eggs rocks in one basket!

How the Ruffians did Easter

Easter puked all over back of my car and in between my couch cushions.

If I never see an open baby blue, plastic Easter egg or aluminum, pastel-colored candy wrappers  again I'd do the Happy Dance!  And if the boys never saw a patterned clip-on tie again,  they'd do the Lambada!  

The only reason I even got one picture of Diego in a tie is because I told him that you must wear ties when you hunt eggs (And he BELIEVED me, muahahahaha!).  He's gonna hate me when he figures it out.  And Mateo is going to hate me when I show his future girlfriend this plumber-butt picture.  Hahaha!  But Mateo got me back as I peered from the living room window to find him getting down and dirty in a rain puddle.  I wasn't home and had no backup outfit.  

And knowing there was rain in the forecast, I still didn't even think to bring rain boots.  I chose to put them in.......... -canvas shoes......... Mommy fail.

As for the hunt itself, the boys got a really great haul.  Diego examined each egg before he put it into his basket.  If it was a real egg, he put it back.  He only liked the fake, plastic ones (I hope this isn't a general statement about his future girlfriends).    His little brother was hot on his heels picking up the scraps (I hope this isn't a general statement about his future girlfriends.)  At one point, Tater got confused and picked up a landscaping rock and placed it into his basket.  It was far from egg-shaped. If he wasn't ONLY ONE, I'd probably get his eyes checked.  

I should probably get his stomach checked too.  I tried to dye eggs with them the day prior (there wasn't enough paper towels in the state of California to clean up THAT mess!).  Mateo figured out there was food inside the shell, and started cracking the eggs open and eating them.  Meanwhile Diego has the patience of a 3-yr old, and would say "OK, ready!" And take the eggs out of the dye as soon as he put them in.  Lesson learned.  Next year I'm dying them myself so that they stain better, and the Ruffians can put the stickers on afterwards..... and I'll probably have some pre-peeled eggs waiting for Tater's stomach.

How was your Easter? -Shirley

Easter + Divine Intervention

Make special note of the tags still on the baskets...

Happy Easter!  We are spending the day celebrating the holiday and my grandma's birthday today so stay tuned for pics.  :)


I wish I could say that I'm prepared for this holiday, but as usual I'm not up to snuff.  I tried my best to think ahead: stock up on eggs, dye, and baskets and then have fun activities prepared for my little ruffians.  That's what a cool and awesome mom would do.  But a non-cool, totally busy working mom much like myself simply falls short on that because she often falls short on time.

But that's when divine intervention and just silly luck comes in.  Like last week when my only weekend goal was to take the boys to the park on Saturday morning with the intent to tire them out for a good long nap.  On my way to the park, I saw a big flashing-sign, "Easter Egg Hunt at the park at 11am."

It was only an hour away and I just happened to have baskets in my trunk (seriously - I had just bought them the day before and didn't take them out of my car for fear that the ruffians would destroy them before Easter  -- and they WOULD!).  Then we got to the park and I ran into my oblivious friend and her son and we decided to hunt eggs together.  It's like I planned it all out!  Only I didn't....  or did I? ;)

How about we all harbor a secret lie, and let's just say that I did plan it out (for the coolness factor).  This non-cool, totally busy working mom totally planned this perfect outing weeks ago!  It's like my blog banner says; I got this motherhood thing handled....

Too cool for Easter-Shirley