So back in April the tall boy came home for the Easter weekend, which was fabulous. And he brought HER with him too, which was also fabulous. The only concern for me was that we really like this girl -- so we have been trying very hard to keep her from finding out that we're not normal.
Good thing for us, she actually likes playing the kind of uber-nerd board game that lasts for hours, if not days. This one involves trading things like hides and salt for grain and iron -- and then purchasing "civilizing" abilities like pottery and coin-making and philosophy. It's not Monopoly, people.
The Easter Bunny made an appearance, of course. It addition to way too much chocolate, the baskets this year were filled with bubbles and squirt guns. Of course, the sunny girl and the girl in charge immediately filled the squirt guns with bubble juice, and SHE joined right in as they all attacked the tall boy-- but the report is that the effect was less than thrilling. Everybody got crayons too, because that's how the Easter Bunny rolls.
And here's what our pretty Easter dinner table looked like -- before it was loaded with ham and potatoes and spinach salad and asparagus and carrots and deviled eggs and French rolls and butter . . . and the husband made me move the lovely but inedible flowers.
SHE celebrated a birthday while she was with us, and we all went to the Easter Vigil Mass (and to a swell party afterward). She met the grandparents, and Grandpa fell a little bit in love with her.
So -- all things considered, I think we still have her fooled.