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The Feast of Chocolate...

This was the scene outside our house on Friday morning. We live across a quiet suburban street from a Catholic church and it's adjoining school (which is shut and only used for extracurricula activities after 4pm)... So, on Good Friday we were sitting here when suddenly we heard what sounded like Franscecan Monks singing outside the front yard... Turned out to be the annual Stations of the Cross assembly in the car park across the road...

The boys were pretty patient this morning... They did get up at about 6am, but it was 9.30am before they finally got their eggs - after hot cross bunz!

After a few years of trial and error, we decided on one smallish M&M egg each. Erik managed to down his entire egg in about 30 minutes. Both Luey and Bryn ended up eating about 1/2 and 1/3 respectively and popping the rest in the fridge.


Even though there wasn't a torrent of chocolate, all the boys went all giddy and giggly and silly pretty quickly, thankfully the side effect subsided within about 15 minutes of the last mouthful!

Ari had Easter meh and a nap :)...

We don't have any big plans for the day, just hanging out and chilling...

Comments

Amanda O. said…
Love the pics of them enjoying easter! This and the pics of them all on FB makes me want a whole mob of my own! How you get them to calm down within 15 mins of the last bite of chocolate though!?! La was literally pinging off the walls for houurrsssss from one small plain egg yesterday.... X_x
Trying to decide if I'm game enough to repeat it given his gift set for today has a little choc egg in it! LOL
Sif said…
Um, ok, it involved a little bit of me also kind of going nuts about them going nuts (because they woke Ari after a whole 20 minutes of sleep)... So, um, I rather vocally questioned the point of trying to have an enjoyable Easter with them when chocolate leads to screeching primate behaviour... When the thought crossed their head that next year they might just get clothing or something else non-edible, they sobered up quick smart...

That and the fact that Bryn just doesn't really go THAT nuts - it's more Erik and Luey (particularly Luey atm), so the one child who is least likely to be able to project the effective outcome of going nuts on chocolate was actually the least affected by it...

Meanwhile, a brood is an excellent idea, imo! Obviously, you're still a bit high on your birth, too, LOL...
Amanda O. said…
Drat... would that 3.5 year olds could understand long term consequences! X)

Would you believe I was muttering about "next time" between contractions just before transition and again shortly after she was born and before the placenta was? Homebirth apparently really works for me and my hormones! LOL
Sif said…
LOL, that's pretty funny! Homebirth really works for me and my hormones, too, but in a completely different way... Since having Ari, I just don't NEED to go back and have more, the way I did after the others... That's not to say I had Ari to experience a certain kind of birth, but having experienced it, I feel very satisfied with my lot...

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