'tis true. we spent the easter holiday without our farmer.

a few months ago farmer and i discussed that around the end of april he was going to be super super busy planting corn and that it might be a great time to take a trip with kaye so that we could get out of his hair. 

(basically whenever we leave for a long weekend our farmer pulls all-nighters so he can maximize efficiency while we're gone. he's amazing like that. then when we come home he's back to playing dedicated husband/dad with dinners at 5 o'clock and making sure he's there to put kaye to bed most every single night. basically i won the lottery.)

so i booked the trip to chico, CA to visit my sister and her main man. little did i realize it was over easter weekend. clearly we're all very religious like that. 

it also left my farmer to spend the holiday alone and basically slave away. i guess that's how we roll.

so while farmer was slaving my sister was making sure kaye had her first memorable easter for the books, complete with a basket full of goodies and enough chocolate to kill a pack of dogs. (which i ate.)
farmer even left me a little easter surprise in my suitcase. thanks for the spending money, babe!

we proceeded to color easter eggs in our pajamma-jammas with food coloring hoping they would turn out just like the pinterest pictures. what a load of sh…crap. what a load of crap. the day i have a pinterest project turn out is the day i also lose ten pounds by not working out and eating frosting. 

what we did succeed in was kaye getting food coloring all over her fingers, face and clothing. she also managed to puncture a few hard boiled eggs rendering them useless. thanks turtle.

following our easter egg dying fail we decorated cupcakes with tiny m&m carrots, and they were absolutely delightful to the eye. i was tickled with how they turned out. 

also a pinterest project, but one of those projects that you knew would turn out from the get-go…ya know? no guess work involved.

you may notice our cupcakes or misshapen. well…my sister, we'll call her betty crocker, failed to realize she has no cupcake pans…so we improvised. we ended up with oblong cupcakes. but it's all in the taste. no harm, no foul.
when the turtle awoke from her midday slumber we handed her a basket larger than she and explained the rules of egg hunting. girlfriend didn't "get it." next year turtle. next year.
 but when you're as absolutely darling as she is, rules don't apply. turtle does as turtle pleases.
and while we missed our farmer terribly (seriously, we've missed him so so soooo much), it was a wonderful holiday still spent with family and new friends.
and cupcakes.