Easter

We started with 36 real eggs, 29 plastic ones and now we're only missing 3. I call that a great success. We've watched all the new shows, opened all the new toys, and eaten too much candy. The Lord is Risen!

Jaws

I don't like to post pictures of my kids, because who knows which of you is a big Creepy Creeperson who might take a shine to one of them. I'm making an exception today because they're all incognito in this particular picture. The HUGE Easter box from my mom arrived today. These goggles were the biggest hit!

What about Ray with his paci? How hilarious is this?!

Lost in Translation

Thought you guys would get a kick out of this. Our very sweet, very loving and accepting, yet very Catholic friend, Mandy sent Dawn an email which read, "Hey, Ladies. What do you guys feel the eggs with?" We were baffled. Totally baffled. We stared at each other with furrowed brows and half-smiles. After deciding that she was trying to ask us something of a sexual nature, Dawn called her. Mandy was confused. "I meant the Easter Eggs. Do you fill them with candy or money or what?" Fill, not feel.