The Sunday before conference our ward had an “emergency preparedness” combined third meeting.  Normally these type of meetings don’t ruffle my feathers, but for some reason I was impacted by a certain video that was shown.  It was this terribly sad video of all the natural disasters that have occurred over the past 5 or so years.  It kind of freaked me out.  So as I looked over the handout that was distributed to everyone, I realized I had nothing prepared for an emergency except a giant barrel of water, rice, and canned potatoes.  I don’t know if it was really the video, or the earthquake my friends and I felt in California, or me just being a crazy person.

Regardless of what scared me, Monday afternoon [after I finished all my freelance projects] I put together three 72 Hour Kits, a first aid kit for my car, and an emergency car kit.  Zach was making fun of me the entire night.  But we’ll see who’s laughing when there is a real emergency and he has to wear the clothes I packed in HIS 72 hour kit.  It will teach him to make fun of his very “passionate” wife.

But that wasn’t it.  I called my dad for a recommendation for a concealed weapons permit class.  He told me that for my birthday he was planning on giving me his H&K 9mm handgun, but never got around to it.  [We agreed not to give birthday gifts this year to each other; we were planning on saving for a family trip to Europe, but with my brother’s upcoming wedding we have postponed our family Euro trip for a later year].

So Friday he showed me all the ins and outs of the gun, including how to clean it, and gave me wayyyy too much ammo.  Now all I need is to pass that class with flying colors.

The weekend came and it was time to drive up to the Hendo Cabin for our annual conference/Easter tradition.  We only had four families up at the cabin this time, which made it a little quieter, but by no means less exciting.  The first thing Papa did was take the kids out on a ride to see if they could spot the Easter Bunny in his natural habitat.  Sure enough, EB was spotted…

The kiddies were thrilled.  They wore their bunny ears around all night, talking about the rabbit non-stop.

Sunday morning was so nice and peaceful.  I slept in as long as I could and later let the kidlets wake Zach up [in their coordinating pajamas] with a song from Frozen.  Georgia doesn’t mess around – she just full on tackled Zach to get him up and out of bed.

After breakfast we distracted the kids by telling them bunny stories around the “camp fire”.  They didn’t even realize that Papa and Zach [dressed as EB, of course] had slipped out and taken the snowcat for a drive up the mountain.

Then we had the kids wait by the big window in hopes that we would spot the Easter Bunny.  10 [really long minutes] later, the Easter Bunny was spotted again, this time hitching a ride on top of Papa’s snowcat, Old Glory.  The kids went ballistic!  I was just grateful Zach didn’t fall off…

Then the bunny hopped on down to the basement where all the kids could hunt for their eggs.

Easter will always be one of my favorite holidays.  Partially because the Easter Bunny is my very best friend…