You do WHAT with your Easter Eggs?

Those of you who know us well know that we have a very unique, very PETA unapproved Easter tradition. The annual Easter Egg Roll. Every year, the cousins all get together to make a race track, or more recently, a death course for the eggs to race down. Alec makes a bracket and it is all very official. Complete with prize money for the winning eggs. I can only remember one year with good weather, but that doesn't stop us from mutilating hundreds of eggs and having a riot doing so. As you can see, the course gets more and more elaborate every year. Above, you will notice the boards with spiked nails protruding and you can even see what happens to the unlucky egg that does not make it past this obstacle. If they do, they are privileged to enter the toilet bowl.

My favorite addition this year was the saran-wrap trampoline. Eric loves this tradition so much. I couldn't get him to come inside, even though it was freezing.

The proud winners. The funniest part is when only the yolk makes it across the finish line. So, for all of you who are as I once was, who actually eat your Easter Eggs, there is a better way (if you can stand the rain/snow/sleet, that is).

Happy B-day to the Best Husband in the World

So, Alec had a birthday. A lame birthday, but that's what you come to expect when you get past 30, right? Actually we had a really fun date together the weekend before trying a Thai restaraunt, then going to our favorite Gelato joint. He absolutely went wild over his presents, which included clothing that he needed and two books from me. His parents and mine were very generous, and he got a great shirt from Isaac and Jenn. I know this is cliche, but I think I have one of the best husbands in the world. He is smart, funny, hard-working, helpful, a great father, and obviously smokin' hot--even without his hair combed. Love your guts!

Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late

This post is probably primarily of interest to Grandmas. Eric really loves reading, especially in a pseudo voice ala 'The Pigeon.'

The Browns are Mad this March!

It's that magical time of year--the NCAA tournament and march madness! For the first time ever, and quite possibly for the last time ever if Jen maintains her lead over Alec, we're posting our bracket performance for all to see. Feel free to talk a little smack and let us know how you're doing in comparison.

Alec's Final Four: Louisville, Memphis, Pittsburgh, North Carolina

Jen's Final Four: Michigan St., Duke, Connecticut, North Carolina

Eric & Lily's Final Four: Arizona, Connecticut, Arizona St., Texas

Lewis Spring Break!

This past week was spring break for Eric and it coincided perfectly with Steve's ASU interview and SUU's spring break. This meant that Grandma and Grandpa Lewis, Steve, and Katie all took a trip to visit us in Phoenix. It was warm enough to swim, which made the kids VERY happy!

We also took a walk at the Riparian Preserve to see the birds and feed the ducks.

Dad, is that the infamous 'Matterhorn hat' or just its newer cousin? Must be the latter because it doesn't look smashed enough to be the former.

Dad, Steve, and Katie also took Eric to a Spring Training baseball game, which he loved--once he got a hot dog, that is. They had great seats down near the field, but Eric thinks the best seats are near the top, so that was a minor setback. While they were gone, mom, Lily, and I went to a local quilt show at a little Museum, then to the Bosch store and a quilting shop. We found Japanese Katsu Don for dad and ate at Bucca di Beppo's with everyone. As always, they were so generous and I am sure they spent more money on us than we spent hosting them! Thanks again for visiting--we love you. And to all of you suffering from cold weather during spring break, you know where to go next year, right? 'Nuf said.