This weekend we here in Southwestern Michigan witnessed Winter's last gasp (I hope). After a week of temps in the 40s and even some sun, Mother nature decided to drop 14" of snow on us in less than 24 hours. The Friday afternoon/evening timing of the storm meant that I left for work with a few inches of snow on the ground, and came home at 1 a.m. to a foot of snow in the driveway. I had made it all the way to the house, started to pull into the driveway, then I started to slide. Not wanting to bash our relatively new van into our dreaded rock wall, I stopped, but then realized I couldn't get going again. I sat there, feeling like an idiot, with the van half hanging out into the street, knowing that Aaron is gone, the boys were at Grandma's and any neighbors who might help push were fast asleep. Somehow though, I managed to get the tail end just inside the driveway, so it didn't get hit by a plow in the middle of the night. 
Of course, I needn't have worried about that, because the next morning, the plow still hadn't come down our street. After Grandma Candis brought the boys home, thanks to their 4-Wheel drive Jeep, we suited up and trudged down to the park for the neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt, which for the past two years has gone on despite having several inches of snow on the ground. Only in Michigan, I guess! The challenge at a snowy egg hunt is not so much to spot the hidden eggs, but to actually be able to pick them up out of a snowbank while wearing thick, clumsy mittens. The boys still managed to come away with a bunch of eggs apiece, filled with candy I had to quietly throw away while they weren't looking. I'm not that bad, I let them have some, but then they forget about the rest of it, and guess who ends up eating it instead.
After the egg hunt, we came back to the house, and put together a snowman in no time. This snow was the snow I remember from childhood in NJ, sticky stuff that packs well and actually rolls into snowballs, but soft enough to dig a cave out of a snowpile (which Connor did). All this winter, it has been so cold that the snow just falls apart--not much fun for a 3 year old. Unfortunately, you will not see a picture of the best snowman ever on this blog, because as I was running back into the house to get the camera, Riley decided it would be funny to knock it over. By the time I got back outside, the snowman was headless, and pretty soon he was just a couple of snowballs.
After all that excitemement, what else could we do? Why, decorate Star Wars Easter eggs, of course! I was especially proud of myself because I discovered that if you pop the egg inside of a wisk, the boys could dunk it and pull it out without dropping it off those little wire egg-dunkers that come with every egg-dyeing kit. As you can see, the eggs turned out pretty cool.
Coming soon: The Easter Bunny brought light sabers to our house for Easter. I think a re-enactment of the Obi-Wan-Darth Vader duel is in the works.
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