I know that a major holiday is not when one usually tries new recipes, but I'm a moron rebel like that.
The ever gorgeous Tammy (she makes me call her that) prepared a lovely salad. Her picture harkens back to the happy homemaker of the 50s, doesn't it?
Saturday, I baked a chocolate chip cookie cake - in an approximate shape of an egg, cuz I'm festive like that. And I substituted some wild colored M&Ms for the chocolate chips (the bag said the colors were Va Va Va Bloom). It had been predetermined that son-in-law Frank would decorate said cookie, since you all know I am a Wilton class dropout, and faint at the sight of pastry bags.
Ok, I don't actually faint - let's chalk that detail up to my penchant for hyperbole.
Here's Frank starting his masterpiece (his maiden Wilton decorating experience) Note that he is even wearing a pretty apron:
The finished product:
Here's Seth, ever so stylish in his hip new haircut and church clothes (the outfit was changed following a toxic waste dump kind of diaper).
Des, not wanting to be photographed:
Nate, chilling out and sporting his Justin Beiber-like hairdo.
Here are the grandkids after a successful Easter egg hunt. I'm so glad I'm not the one who has to get the little ones to sleep tonight, as an overabundance of sugar was consumed by all.
The Boy had a bit too much interaction with kids today, and had a meltdown. There seems to be some disagreement about whether missing lunch is reason to have a second plate of food, too. And apparently, spending 30 consecutive hours with family is over his limit. He got back with the program after a couple of time outs.
All in all, it was a great day. Let's do it again next year, shall we? But next year? More chocolate, less in the way of verbal outbursts, ok?