Eastah

Easter at the Howley household with all present.  A tiring, but fun day which included a trip home with a seat-kicking 2 year old who kept shrieking “Sssh, the baby is sleeping”.   Ellie fell asleep on the way home to the playground so she got a 1.5 hour walk around Wellesley hills and rosy cheeks,  courtesy of her dad.  This was fine with me since it left Cristin to turbotax our annual filings with Uncle Sam.  Poppi managed to boost our return by $1000 with a few questions on details which Cristin had shrugged off.  Above:  Phoebe enjoys lunch at Tootsie’s table.  I had more or less promised her that the Mo was going to make pigs in a blanket but instead we had yummy subs.   Below:  Ellie’s short lived “stranger” phase seems to be over.   She might look a bit like her father but she already has better social skills.  

Above:  In contrast to the traditional story of Easter described in rather graphic detail in the children’s book that Phoebe is not allowed to read for some time, the secular story of easter is much more fun and lighthearted.  No stones or stigmata, just candy and bunnies.

Above:  Phoebe likes to tell me that “there is a baby in there” when she sees an egg.  Here she discovers that the only thing inside the egg is the soul of the chinese factory worker who works 80 hour weeks making these things.  Below:  Lindsay left everybody in the dust at the start of the easter egg hunt but Phoebe caught on quickly.  It didn’t matter much how many eggs were collected during the hunt as there were a number of illicit inter-basket transfers that occurred once they had returned to the house.  

Above:  Tootsie and the ladies, minus Ellie.  Phoebe looks angry.  Below:  The pre-kids Howley dessert of B&J ice cream has been replaced by cupcakes.