So, basically...

Chad wins the most bitchingly awesome Easter basket award.

I love the DOG the BOUNTY HUNTER-like mullet on my little yellow bird. And it sparkles (just like DOG's)

I know it looks like the Easter basket of a 6-year-old, but I give the people what they want. And that is Spree, Rocket Balloons and Hot Wheels. Since we both have no patience, we swapped baskets at Midnight. We also had a sleepover in the living room and watched LOTR. So, Chad had just gotten Hot Wheels, was watching Gandalf and Frodo, and laying next to a girl. NERD HEAVEN.

We lazed around all Sunday and watched conference and napped. We had a few friends over for dinner which included some stinging nettles that we foraged from the park before dinner. This is my first foraging foray (please pardon/applaud the alliteration), and it was so cool. I bought some nettles at the farmer's market a couple of weeks ago and put them in a quiche, and it turned out great. It was interesting to seek out and pick and eat a plant that I avoid and curse every time I see. For dinner, I just blanched them and served them as a side, and while they didn't sting my throat (thanks to the blanching), they weren't exactly to die for, unless you like your greens wilted and soggy. Much better in soups and tarts, I think. Tess and her awesome midwife sister Bri (Bree? Brie? mmm) foraged two big bags full to dry for tea. I'd like to publicly apologize for wanting to talk non-stop about home-births during dinner and using words including, but not limited to: massive tearing, perineum, poop, crap, turds, bloody poo water, etc. I'm really interested in possibly doing a home birth, but as you can see, I'm sort of fixated on one particularly gross part of the childbirth experience.

The rest of the evening was spent dyeing eggs and playing the new game I got Chad. The rocket balloons were the surprise hit of the night actually, and provided many minutes of spit-sharing fun for us and our friends. It was great.

Also, I embarked on a more-difficult-than-I-would-ever-have-imagined sewing project that has kicked my booty. I think I'm such a know-it-all because my mom taught me how to sew scrunchies in the 5th grade. On the quilting forums that I consulted before I began this project, everyone said, "DO NOT BIND A QUILT WITH SATIN!" I understand that satin can be an unforgiving fabric to work with, but then again, it's soft and shiny. How bad could it be, really? The answer, I came to find out, is really, really bad. It's a mess. Enough of a mess that justified a trip to The Fabric Store I Hate to get a seam-ripper to try to salvage what I can. I'll post pictures soon, maybe.

Anyway, Happy Spring to all!