Hippity Hop: The Easter Bunny Rocks

Better late than never certainly applies here. I'm the last one out of my blogging buddies to post an Easter memoir, but I have good reason: My camera's battery was dead - again. Man, those things don't last long if you take many videos.

Grant taking care of the egg part of Easter. We purposefully did this while Rhett was taking a nap. He would have been waaaaaaaaaaay too hands-on. I could just imagine dye and cracked eggs scattered around the kitchen floor.

Saturday morning - one day before Easter.

We went to a park here in New Territory for a community Easter egg hunt. I heard FAB things about the hunts in the past. One lady even told me that last year a helicopter flew overhead and dropped thousands of eggs. The helicopter must have been in the shop this year because our expectations weren't exactly met. There were about 150 eggs that were strewn along the grass, but there were about 400+ kids that were waiting to grab those eggs. In case you are bad at math, I'll help you out: There weren't enough eggs. I knew the boys would be sooooooo sad if they did not even "find" one egg. I also knew that the probability of them grabbing one before an older kid did was about zilch, so I quickly devised a Plan B. I was able to trick (I mean, talk) the boys into playing on the playground at that park instead. Thank goodness they are so gullible at their ages...

I'm sad they didn't get to participate in a huge egg hunt because they are a part of childhood. They go along with sitting on Santa's lap, getting the chicken pox (before the vaccine), falling off of your bike and scraping your knee and playing in the sprinklers during those hot summer months. But on the other hand, I heard so many kids saying, "I didn't even get ONE egg!" after the low probability egg hunt, and I was glad it wasn't my kids that were saying that - they didn't know any better, and while others were mourning their empty baskets, my kids were having a blast on the playground.

They slid together every time. Sooooooo sweet.

This is the same park where Rhett fell in when I took the boys fishing a few weeks ago. This time Kerry and I kept a close eye on our little swimmer. He spent most of his turtle watching time in Kerry's arms or with me tugging on the back of his shirt.

Sunday Morning

The Easter Bunny came! Our Easter Bunny is pretty smart. He knew that Madalyn would get into the yummy candy that was in the baskets, so he hid the baskets in the entertainment center for safe keeping until the morning.

The Ring Pops were a big hit. This surprised the Easter Bunny because there were so many other fun surprises to be found while digging through the baskets of goodies. It made the Easter Bunny think of how Santa must feel when the kids play with the boxes and not the toys under the tree... But, the Easter Bunny's surprises came in handy during church that morning. Whew!

Look, Momma! The Easter Bunny

brought me another airplane.

What?!!!!!!

I can't put my Ring Pop down!! I haven't finished it off yet!! Besides, I'm perfectly capable of unloading my basket with ONE hand.

Sunday Evening

Why not finish off Easter Sunday with a little roll in the mud??

That's mentioned in the Bible, right?

And just because it is so cute, I again give you...

An even better electric bill has arrived!

Our last electric bill was $28. I highly expected the next bill to be double as I was sure Centerpoint would figure out there was SURELY an error somewhere and they would have made us pay for this month and the average we would have paid to cover the mistake last month. I was wrong.

This month's electric bill was............................. EVEN LOWER................................. LOWER.............That's right. It was $10. If only...

I guess it's time to call Centerpoint and give them a heads up about the problem so it won't come back six months from now and bite us in the tooshie. I sure hope they just eat the cost for the past two months and don't require us to make up for their mistakes in the next billing cycle.

The Most PERFECT Saturday

I have waited patiently (most of the time) for some rainy, stormy weather to enjoy. I can't tell you the last time I've heard thunder. I can't tell you the last time I sat on the couch listening to the rain sprinkle the windows and the thunder - well - boom! But, TODAY is the day the most perfect weather has finally come. And to make it even better, it's a Saturday - a LAZY Saturday, and I am LOVING it.
It has been thundering and raining and lightning since about eight o'clock this morning, and it has yet to stop. For the first time in - gosh - not sure exactly - I cooked breakfast this morning, and I HAPPILY did the laundry and a little cleaning as I was being cheered on by the thunder and the dark skies. (Really, I am not depressed. I just like rainy weather.)
The only thing that would make today 101% perfect-o would be if I was w/o kids and lying on the couch watching an old black-and-white movie while eating bon-bons and drinking a DrPepper. But alas, Grant and Rhett are here, Grant is taking up the couch, instead of old movies we are watching "Spongebob", I have no chocolate, and I drank the last DrPepper in the house about four hours ago. Dagger to the heart.
But enough wallowing in self pitty. I refuse to let anything spoil this perfect weather. It is thundering, so I better go enjoy it before tomorrow comes and blue skies are back.
**Disclaimer: I really am NOT depressed. I know I sound depressed, but I am not. I just L-O-V-E random rainy days.

I hope the Easter Bunny lifts weights

because it takes some strength to hold onto my kids during Easter Bunny pictures at the mall...

(Grant = 2yrs)

I honestly can't remember getting Easter Bunny pics taken last year. How is that possible? How could I have overlooked such an important picture? I THINK this is Rhett's 1st Easter Bunny picture. (Poor 2nd kid. Grant had LOTS of Easter Bunny pics taken... Perhaps I should hide them so Rhett's feelings won't get hurt when he's old enough to count just exactly how many times I've dropped the ball with him.) As you can see, he continues to keep the Kilgore name well known in the bunny crowd... At least Grant has made some improvements.

Can you tell Rhett is almost two? Ohhhhhh, the joys...

I honestly don't understand what the big deal is. I NEVER thought the Easter Bunny was scary. How could anyone think he is scary when he brings candy-filled eggs and other fun surprises in pretty baskets? Plus, he's got some really great songs out there about him. Who could fear a holiday animal that "hippity hops" because "Easter is on its way"? I always thought he was fun. He was not on the same plane as Santa, (Then again, who is?? Wait - I've got an answer to that - someone that would come and clean and do my laundry for me would be on a HIGHER plane than Santa.) but nevertheless, Easter always proved to be a fun time. And really, the BESTESTESTEST thing about Easter was the new dress I would get. I was one of those girly girls (still am), and I would have the frilly dress with the matching hat, purse, shoes and gloves - Any holiday that requires new clothing gets an "A" in my book. Can I get an Amen?

Back on topic: I guess boys just don't see it that way. Maybe we should give them credit though: Maybe they really had it right all along and we really should fear grown men that dress in bunny outfits.

A Loud House...

Is a Happy House.

(My house must be really happy!)

This is just a bonus picture for Angie W. who pointed out that Madalyn

deserves some "blog time" as well. She is so sweet to allow Rhett to

brush his teeth near her since sometimes, when Rhett feels up to a challenge,

he tries to brush her teeth as well...

Monday Morning

Sweet snuggle bugs.

Silly snuggle bugs.

Getting-a-little-wild snuggle bugs.

Losing-all-self-control snuggle bugs.

The Best Electric Bill EVER

We got our electric bill from Amigo Energy the other day. Guess how much it was...... Go on....... Nope. Think lower.................. LOWER.....................even LOWER. Our bill was a whopping $29 this month. (I'll wait while you do a double take over that figure.......................)

Surely it's a mistake, right??? I mean, that is too good to be true since the Kilgore house does not like to be hot or cold. (That A.C./heater runs non-stop. How did the pioneers do without it?) I called Amigo Energy and they said that yes, it was a mistake, but at the moment that's the number Centerpoint read on our meter, so that's all we need to pay. No problem, Amigo Energy. This is one electric bill I will GLADLY hand over and bask in its splendidness while doing so.

The down side: If Centerpoint finds that that they obviously made an error when reading our meter, it could be reflected in our next bill. Let's keep our fingers crossed that they are too busy to even notice...............