You've heard of orthodox Easter, well we had something of an unorthodox Easter, but nothing upsetting or anything. It just worked out that this was the last weekend to do something about fixing the bathroom tub surround before Mom and the Chiltons come to visit, and since I've been putting this off for a couple of years, what better time than Easter weekend to finally knuckle down and do it. Even though I had Good Friday off I didn't accomplish much more than buying the new surround and some other materials, then it was back to the Home Depot yesterday and again today to get other stuff. So it's almost done now, but as of when I started to tear the whole thing apart yesterday the tub becamse pretty much useless for a little while.



Since we were going out for Easter brunch this morning, we thought we should try to look presentable, and as luck would have it the health club was open today, so we threw some changes of clothes and towels into a couple of gym bags and took the kids over to Wayside and everybody had showers courtesy of the locker rooms. By the time we were finished and all dressed up, it was time to head on over to the restaurant, where we had a nice, if a bit early, Easter dinner, and were back home by noon. The kids had already gotten their Easter baskets (Chloe was up and down all night she couldn't stand the suspense), but here the Easter bunny goes more for little tchochkes and less for chocolate eggs and such, so it's sort of like a very small scale, easter-basket-sized Christmas, without having to unwrap anything. If it was just candy I don't think Chloe would get that excited.



Around this time of year I typically sing the Peter Cottontail song to Chloe at bedtime, and we had noticed a while back that while the kids in the song get candy and Mom gets flowers and a hat, Dad sort of comes out on the short end of the Easter stick as it were. So we changed the last line of the gift litany in the song from "and an Easter bonnet too", to "and Dad gets dippity-doo" (not to be confused with that neon colored hair gel from the 70s). This year dad got to spend Easter fixing up the bathroom, but through no one's fault buy my own (or "mine own" as Justin would say, as though he's been reading too many Thor comics). Should be done in another day or two, then I'll be able to shower at home again.