Happy Easter!

April 12, 2009

*A Gifford Family Easter Sunday Photo Shoot*

Warning...

Rated PG for content

(some photos include snotty, screaming, scary faces)

This Easter was very laid back. A bit lazy I guess you could say. Because of the fact that Jillian decided to show the other kids what I (I mean the Easter bunny) was bringing them already, I wasn't too sure about what to do about it. Should I take everything back and get all new stuff? Or should I just risk them finding out the truth? I risked it. After a long couple of days, I realized Saturday night that I wasn't even sure the kids had baskets this year. I felt like a great mother. So, in my creativity (and borrowing the idea from my sister-in-law) I decided to not do baskets. I sent them on a hunt instead. I stayed up late and stuffed all the eggs and hid them and the other things. When the kids woke up....there was some confusion as to where the Easter treasures were. But, the Easter Bunny had left them a little poem to guide them as to what to do.

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HAPPY EASTER

To all the Gifford Children

On this lovely Easter day

Some gifts from the Easter Bunny

That hopped along your way.

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I know that you expected baskets

To be found here on the table

But I thought I'd do different

A hunt...if you are able.

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If you look real closely

In some rooms around your home

You will find some treasures

That I hid while I did rome.

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There are 4 different colors of eggs

That were put in different spaces

You can only get your color

Leave the others in their places.

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Isabelle has the yellow

Jilli, purple is for you

Savannah has the pink ones

And Payton, yours are blue.

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I will tell you now

You'll find more than just the eggs

So be sure to share what you find

No matter what your age.

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So, Happy Easter kiddos

Enjoy and have some fun

Now hop hop hop along

Your Easter has begun.

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With Love,

The Easter Bunny

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So, after the poem was read, I was getting excited for the kids to start. I got out of bed all ready to help and then the questions from Savannah. "Mom, what about all the stuff that was in your closet? Do we get those things too?" I didn't know what to say. Do I just admit what they will eventually find out anyway, or do I play like I don't know what she is talking about? I played it off. "What stuff are you talking about?" She came over to my closet and started digging around. She said, "All of it is gone." "I am not sure what you are looking for, but lets go do some hunting," was my response. Not another word or question was said about it. I think in the excitement of it all, they just didn't care.

It ended up being a very wet day. The girls hid under the umbrella on the way to the car after church.