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Easter Parade

Easter ranks pretty far down on my holiday fun list.  Somewhere between Groundhog day and Canadian Thanksgiving.  I'm not saying I didn't used to like it - especially those halcyon days when we three boys would wake up to three eggs, three nickels, three whatever hidden around the house for eager eyes and eager-er tongues.  Then you grow up have kids of your own and it all becomes work.  Yeah, w-o-r-k.  You heard me - or rather read me.  Like Christmas with the slot car track, and everything else that must be assembled when you discover it needs batteries that you most definitely do not have and everything is closed.  But I digress.   

This year we attended the Great Hunts at Vancouver Drive in Largo for Norah and Alfred AND 16th Street South in St. Petersburg later in the day for the above mentioned kids plus Liam and Alhanna, Brendan's brood. 















Our next door neighbor brought over a dress she saw that would be nice for Alfred.  
 


 
And finally, a parent doesn't expect much from their kids.  A little respect for their parents and elders, stay out of trouble, buy breakfast every once in a while.  This is Brendan's back yard complete with trampoline, small smoking grill over to the left and there is also a kids battery operated ATV and small pool.  He done good.  All the boxes, as a parent, have been checked.  I can sit back and say, all is well.

It was a fun day, or at least as fun as possible watching sweaty kids chase plastic eggs down, jump, ride and wade.  As a parent I took stock and was pleased.  Everyone down here seems to be happy and making it OK.  Now about me...I propose Bloody Mary Monday - first Monday of every month.  Half day at work, rest of day is Holiday.  It can't all be about the kids.       

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