Easter prelude

Easter weekend started off as a girls' weekend as Jay was at the Chump Race until Sunday. This noble event involves acquiring a car for $500 or less and (after some cheating safety modifications) racing it nonstop for up to 24 hours. Sounds like a blast, right? Right.

So the Golding girls held down the fort at home.
Appreciating nature. In our pjs, of course.

Enjoying a wild night out at the local pizza pub. At 4:30 in the afternoon. We party hard.

In the pre-Easter days, Elle routinely threatened her sister by warning, "If you don't stop that, the Easter Bunny is gonna hop right on past your house!"

We made clementine chicks for Elle's class Easter party. Unfortunately, the moisture of chillin' in the fridge overnight caused the center of the candy eyes to bleed so we discovered bloodshot zombie chicks in the morning (insert shrill 4-year-old scream here). Luckily we were able to perform 12 quick bilateral eye transplants and sweet innocent chicks were restored. Whew.

I told Elle she could have a slumber party with me since Jay was gone, which she thought was the. Best. Thing. Ever.

We went to an Easter Egg hunt at the fire station at 10am on Saturday morning. Except Elise was napping* and we were 2 minutes late. Seriously, we arrived at 10:02 to find kids reveling in the fruits of their egg-hunting labor. What kind of hunt starts ahead of schedule? Just as Elle's chin started to quiver, some awesome (punctual) friends saw her distress and offered to re-stage a hunt in a nearby open field. Their kids were totally cool donating their eggs for Hunt, the Sequel. Crisis averted.
*You know you get up too early when your kid's nap starts at 8:15am. 

We also attempted the obligatory Easter Bunny shot while at the fire station. Plagued by sun shining in our eyes, a shifty-eyed Bunny, and the crime scene tape in the background, this picture totally belongs in a Saturday Night Live skit or something. Classy.

Easter Eve included a cookout at Grampa and Mimi's house, complete with watermelon and more egg hunting.

And despite Elle's threats, the Easter bunny did not hop right on past our house. He left an egg trail leading down the stairs to the girls' baskets. And we slept soundly waiting to celebrate the resurrection of our Savior.