Hoppin' down the bunny trail....

We had a great Easter this year, just like every Easter. We always get together with Doug's family and have a great big easter egg hunt. I don't think there is as much hunting as there is just picking up, but now the kids are bigger, and we can make them hunt in the trees. That is much more fun.

There is always too much food, and with all of the candy, I don't think any of us will have to fix a meal for several days. Candy is a food group, right?

This is a picture of all of the nieces and nephews from 2006:

For some reason, I keep forgetting to gather them for another picture every year, so all I ever have are random pictures. They are more fun, though.

Don't let all of the laughter and goofyness fool you, we take our easter egg hunting very seriously in this family. Miriam most of all:

Try as I might, I could not get her to smile for a picture. That is some serious candy, I guess. Of course, all the men always end up doing their own thing after awhile.

They all seem to get bored after the excitement of hiding eggs and harassing children, so they gather where they can be left alone to rebuild their testosterone supply and feel manly again. That is the reason for the gathering across the street to oogle over Ron's new UTV. Within a minute or so of taking this picture, all of the guys were over there, leaving us women to defend ourselves against the hordes of children that were all hopped up on sugar. Looks like the kids enjoyed it, though.

After all is said and done, there is lots of family love to go around. Some feel it more that others...

As we all know, it isn't a party until someone loses an eye, or until there is a bloody nose, in this case. Wow, I didn't know that excessive amounts of sugar could do that to you. I'm going to be more careful in the future.

The kids always have to sort the spoils to see who got what, and which one of them ended up with the most money that Grandma hides. How come my family didn't hide money for me as a kid? I feel cheated. Maybe I will be a kid next year, I miss the Easter Bunny.