Sometimes You Just Have To Email The Easter Bunny

It's been a bit of a confusing week for the boys. On our first drive to UDH they were in a daze from traveling. Since then, each time we've taken a drive, they have traveled in a bus with curtained windows and low seats, or are so focused on a movie they weren't aware of their surroundings. On a short car ride without a movie Wednesday evening they finally realized we live in the middle of the desert. It was quite funny listening to their comments of surprise about all the sand. They kept asking why we are here. We kept answering that we aren't sure why but the Lord said we should come when the opportunity arose.

Also, last Friday we had an Easter themed meeting at church, and since Easter fell in the middle of the week, we didn't celebrate it that day, either. To calm the fears of these sweet boys that the Easter Bunny might not show, I had to email him and let him know about our circumstances. So this Sabbath day we are finally celebrating Easter at home by watching conference and satisfying our chocolate cravings... kind of. They're never really satisfied, are they?

Bright and early the boys were off. The dusty morning and dead bird carcass in the yard did not slow them down at all, although the aftermath of yesterday's high fevers did.

This is the boys' first hunt in an a back yard. In Alaska the Easter Bunny always hid the eggs in the house.

It was so early that Graham slept through his first easter egg hunt.

Ethan was thrilled about the candy, but equally excited about the pictures of the Savior the Easter Bunny hid in some of the eggs that told the story of the Resurrection.

The boys divided up the booty. Zach was way faster than Ethan, as he was on the low end of the fever scale and...

Ethan wasn't.

Finally some smiles for the chocolate bunny! (Which we later found in the garbage, because he decided it was too messy to eat it. The ribbon and bell did, however, make a cute bracelet.)

Moments later the fun was all over and they passed out on the couch for several hours.

What a pleasant conference it was for Chris and I.

While writing this, Ethan started complaining about a sore throat. It does look suspicious. As for Zach, his gag reflex is working just fine. As I was checking his throat, I accidentally made him barf chocolate goo all over.

Ethan really is sick, because he is willingly sharing ALL his Easter candy, even the really good stuff, with Chris and I.

This was Chris eating a sour Skittle... not so good.

Note the horribly short haircut. Last night he came home and said, "I think I made the barber really mad."  I agree. He just had to do it right before all our vacation shots.