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Friday, July 11, 2014

Beachster

Beachster = Easter at the beach
I so should copyright that.  Its clever. 
Eh, clever-ish. 
Maybe not.


Easter at the beach is just about as AWESOME as it sounds.  Really.  We ran around by the water, found candy, played games, won prizes, ate hot dogs, stared at other people (laughed when they fell) ... and all for free!
But there's always that one dude that ruins the party.  If Chucky, a rabid Easter Bunny, and a wolverine had a threesome, this dude would be their spawn.  Honestly, what kid willingly walks up to a fanged rabbit, much less take poison in the shape of an egg from him?  (Besides Taylor Rose) 
Even Ryan knew better. (Plus, he is creeped out by clowns.)


We dodged him and went for the cuter, safer, not-going-to-drink-our-blood bunny.
Though, this one does look like its thinking about what side dish to prepare with a Taylor Rose.







My momma hooked us up, too... all lookin' like she wrote the Pinterest book!


And the girls had their very first Easter party! 
At their school! 
(I LOVE that they had this time in school, and we WILL do it again.)

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