We had a nice family dinner at Brian's parents' house on Sunday.  We do that about twice a month.  They had bratwurst, hot dogs, pasta salad, strawberry shortcake, chips - all with threatening gray clouds looming overhead.  Then we had an egg hunt. 

Wait.  What?  Yeah, that Easter Bunny was a little late getting to Grandma's house this year.  (Side note - I don't think Bridget is buying the whole Easter Bunny scenario and I'm okay with that.  When I told her a bunny was going to leave her a basket full of candy, she cross-examined me for hours.  "Will you open the door for him?"  "Does he talk?"  "Will you wake me up so I can see him?"  Um.  Am I really going to tell my child that a giant talking bunny is going to bust into our house to give her candy?  What's this bunny's motivation?) 

The hillbillies (Darrin and Dena) brought two dogs (insert Hee Haw music here).  Bridget tried to get to know them, but she was wearing a cute dress and she was (correctly) afraid they'd jump on her:

Grandpa eventually got them to hold still long enough for her to pet one.  (I'm only putting this shot on so you can see the size of her ring.)

Nathan and Bridget hunted on the same side of the yard.  Nathan knows all about plastic eggs:

He cracked them open with one hand, let the candy fall to the ground, picked up the candy and ate:

Then his Dad (Fun Hater Hal) dug the still-wrapped Rolo out of Nathan's mouth and frantically unwrapped a new one, which resulted in this:

The puppies found the chewed up, wrapped Rolo on the ground and took turns putting it in their mouths.  I secured the wad of tin foil, caramel, and chocolate and threw it in the garbage, then I stepped on one of the dog's paws because I didn't know he was following me.  Worst Aunt Ever.

(Look at that puppy giving me the silent treatment.)

And now for some more photos: