For many more reasons than I care to get into in this post, our family believes in the Easter Bunny. We also believe in Santa and the Tooth Fairy. We believe in little leprechauns too… at least Patrick does. Michael doesn’t believe in leprechauns and Elise is scared of them so for two very different reasons we told two very different kids that there is no such things as leprechauns.
For now, though, we all believe in the magic of the Easter Bunny. My Grandma, the kids’ Great Grandma, knows this and for Easter she made this wonderful tray of fruit shaped like the Easter Bunny.
This is the first Easter that we have travelled to see my family since we moved to MN 7 years ago. It is a long drive to see them and because Tim doesn’t get any work days off for the Easter holiday, it means taking vacation time. In the past we have opted to save that vacation time for longer Christmas breaks or a bigger chunk of time in the summer but after a long winter we needed a break. The cabin, with my parents and a visit from my Grandma, Grandpa and Sherlene at Easter, was that break.
We are Christians. The kids know why we really celebrate Easter just like they know the true meaning of Christmas. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a little extra sprinkle of magic on top of a Holiday that already has us gathering as family.
In the end it boils down to this, life is short. The kids are growing up way too fast. The window of believing in that magic is so slim. Any time we can be together as a family and add a little magic to the fun, we will do it. Life is too short not to believe.
Some of the best moments at the cabin revolve around hiking in and around the creek.
There was a time when this kiddo wouldn’t look into a camera lens. He makes me so proud and so frustrated and so happy and so mad…. he is just like his siblings.
For some reason this hike was the hike that everyone decided they would jump the creek as many times as possible.
This is definitely one of those times that, if you can’t beat them… join them! If you don’t, you get stuck on the wrong side of the creek.
And then we spent over an hour helping Papa break the beaver dam.
Everyone was in on the fun.
And then it was time to head back to the cabin because the only thing that can get the kids to leave the creek is their hungry, grumbling tummys.
Many Many more photos here. I didn’t bother editing them. Sorry.
A few of the many photos of the kids riding Kit Kat.
My parents have walkie-talkies at the cabin for safety. When one goes hiking alone, they take a walkie-talkie. Most of the time the other one remembers to turn on the remaining walkie-talkie.
The boys see walkie talkies and think nothing of safety. It won’t be long before they are speaking in secret codes over radio waves.
Add Papa and Dad driving four wheelers, and well, the boys were pretty much in heaven.
kurrrcht “Michael, can you hear me?” kurrrcht
kurrrcht “Yes! Papa do you hear Patrick? Michael you have to take your finger off the button to hear him talk again. Like this? No the button you are holding? This …?” kurrrcht
kurrrcht “Michael can you hear me? Are you ready? Patrick let go of the button. I know Dad!” kurrrcht
kurrrcht “You have to let go so I can talk Patrick…. ….. ….oops!” kurrrcht
kurrrcht “Can you hear me? FOLLOW US MICHAEL! GO DAD GO!” kurrrcht
more photos here