Isn't it glorious? It's not the only one either. These huge roses are blossoming all over. I couldn't resist cutting just one for the kitchen table. Look at what's growing on my neck. He's pretty glorious too.
What? What kind of random title is that? Well, stick around and find out.
A little background first. Michael's dad, Raymond, turned 60 in October. We gave him a "coupon" for Michael to take him to eat at The Heart Attack Grill and then I would make him whatever he wanted for dessert. Michael's parents came up on Saturday and Raymond cashed in on his gifts.
First, Michael and I went out for Thai food while Spencer spent some quality time with Grandma and Papa. Then we went home for dessert.
Raymond requested lemon meringue pie, so I made that.......
and a pecan butterscotch pie for good measure. His birthday was 5 months ago afterall.Then, we put Spencer to bed and Michael and I........WENT TO THE MOVIES. It is the first time ever we have left and done something after Spencer went to sleep. I must say, it was marvelous. We saw the 9:45 showing of Shutter Island. Great movie. You should really go see it. We didn't get home until 12:30. It's like we're in college again.
Then on Sunday, Michael and his dad went to The Heart Attack Grill for lunch. Do you know about this place? This is their menu. Not kidding, this is it. This is all they have to eat.
They both got the quadruple bypass. That's 2 pounds of meat and close to 8,000 calories you're looking at. The patties are smeared with lard before being put on the grill to cook. When you eat there, you get to wear a hospital gown. Michael did it. He ate the whole thing. Plus one serving of fries cooked in lard. A few more meals like this and Michael could weigh 350 pounds and would be allowed to eat there FOR FREE!
A "nurse" wheeled him out to the car after their meal.
After their "meal"/deathwish, Michael and his dad headed off to, dum dum dum............ Wrestlemania! I can't say I exactly approve, but they both seem to enjoy it.
There were 72,000+ people there. I don't get it.
While Michael and his dad were watching the "wrestling", Spencer and Grandma and I went to Mimi's Cafe. I had grilled chicken and asparagus with a lemon mushroom sauce. Hopefully it was far, far, far, far, far less than 8,000 calories.
Before we get started on the Easter decorating, I want to share pictures of Spencer with the Easter Bunny. Yes, we went to the mall and shelled out money for this. They came out cute though, so I can justify the price (it wasn't extravagant or anything).
Here we go. Easter. This is what Easter at our house looks like for 11ish months of the year. This is how I do all my decorating. I get everything out and put it on the dining room table so I can take stock of what there is. By the front door
On the front door. I really really really want an egg wreath but can never justify the price.
Still my favorite Easter decoration. I bought these on ebay about 8 years ago. This just makes me laugh. The bunny is so pissed at the basset.
Side table in living room
Those bunnies are really working to get those glass carrots
The shelves in the entryway (formerly in the family room)
The left server
Oh my god, I'm dying from the cuteness. My 2nd favorite Easter decorations.
The right server
Egg tree on the dining room table
Table in the hallway. Ignore the fact that these bunnies are skiing and are in fact, winter bunnies.
Other table in the hallway
Ledge between family room and dining room
Family room table
Family room entertainment center (my fav part are the wires- so Eastery)
Oven door. I put these on and Spencer said "Easter towels?" Sometimes he just blows me away.
Nothing says "celebrate the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ" like a bunny kleenex cover.
Seriously, the cuteness must stop
These are supposed to look like chocolate bunnies. They're actually resin.
So, that's it. That's Easter at our house. It's better than St. Patrick's Day but without an egg wreath it's not quite up to Martha Stewart par.
Part-time pediatric speech language pathologist, full-time wife, mom and beagle owner. These are the stories of a life shared with a beagle (Ginger), two boys (Spencer and Elliott), and a husband (Michael), who sadly wasn't included in the blog title.