Hoppy Holiday

Easter started with the Behr-Swanson equivalent to breakfast in bed. It’s called, “breakfast on the table.” We consider it a real luxury around here.

Kato did a reading from the Behr/Swanson hymnal.

It’s a singing birthday card Alden got from Uncle “Rob” and Aunt Tracy that sings “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” from Toy Story. It has been so well-read in the past month that it now sings at 33 1/3 rpm instead of 78. In spite of this, it never ceases to get some good “hallelujah!”s from the crowd.

Iggy did her best to try to horn in on the good will of this day, but it turned out this particular loaf was only able to feed the human multitudes.

Next up was dressing in our Sunday best (Matthew really wanted an excuse to put Alden in a dress and Kato in a tie) and running at full speed to the Easter Egg Hunt that Uncle D and Annie had planned.

The Easter Bunny has clearly been eating his Wheaties.

Though Kato quickly caught on to the concept, he wasn’t quite sure of the point. He was a good sport about it, anyway.

Uncle D helped Alden scout out locations when she needed help.

She took his advice with the appropriate caution (Uncle D is a wild man).

The Easter Duck kept a close eye on the proceedings, making sure that none of us accidentally mistook some of his eggs for those of the Easter Bunny.

Once the eggs were all found, there was time for some bubble chasing.

But the running around in all the finery under the first blazing sun we’ve seen in a while got pretty toasty. Down to the skivvies it was.

Note: Do not be misled by Alden’s days-of-the-week undies. She would have been wearing her “Sundays” if we hadn’t lost Sunday through Friday somewhere between the laundry basket, the washer, the dryer, and the trip back upstairs. Don’t ask how that happens. Kid undies are as bad as socks.

When blood sugar levels were low, Alden finally revealed to Kato the true meaning of Easter. And he said, “Ah. Now I get the point.”

And, of course, Matthew couldn’t resist the urge to make like a bunny.