'Tis the Easter long weekend!

Finally! 40 days and nights sans chips and popcorn has been dire. Poor Orange keeps asking, "how much longer?" I think he misses the popcorn pot more than I do. What can I say? Stove top popcorn is a gift, and the sweet baby Jesus gave it to me. We all have our talents. Mine just happen to be of the Poaceae variety.

Plans for the weekend include an egg hunt. Yes, I'm almost 30. More importantly, Beef is near 34! But Papa loves the tradition, and takes great pride in his ability to confound his daughters and son-in-law with his master hiding skills. So we can expect three different coloured eggs to be hidden in each room Sunday morning. And we can expect Beef will cry and stomp her feet until Dad tells her where her pink ones are hiding. And we can expect my total domination and overall awesome victory.

And don't think just because there's a baby involved this year I'll let him win! Son's got some learning to do. I'm the best at games, and the early he learns to lose to me the better. Even if he is a cleaver sausage breaking in two front teeth, sitting upright in his Bumbo like a good boy, and playing peek-a-boo all aloney-on-his-owney.