if the yellow ones are Peeps, what are the brown ones called?

easter sunday. the one day of the year that i can color coordinate my wardrobe with my little girl's and still feel macho. church was fine until the 'special easter segment' began. the lights were dimmed and we were treated to a sign-languaged rendition of 'He has Risen' by five little girls with white gloves under a black light. about mid-way through the performance, i noticed jonathon start to slink back in his seat and then, with a wrinkled forehead, complain that his stomach was starting to feel funny.. this information, of course, threw jen into 'panicked mommy mode'. i actually started to feel a little queasy myself when i realized the grave situation we were in; crammed in the middle of the row, in the balcony, in the dark, with a kid intending to plaster some parishioners with puke. i envisioned, with horror, what vomit under black light against purple easter shirts would look like..thankfully, jen was able to jerk, tuck, and run him out of the room before the unpleasantries began.

afterwards, the family came over for easter lunch followed by the traditional plastic egg hunt. jeremiah, christian, and elijah volunteered to hide the eggs, which was simply a ploy to eat chocolate without having to actually frolic around and find it. this was evident when jonathon questioned me about finding a dirty walnut and a rock in one of his eggs. of course, it didnt take long before the egg hunt deteriorated into a jellybean war and was quickly called off by some of the adults (not me) 'before someone gets an eye put out'... the kids had a great time and miah and gabe took advantage of the warm spring breeze and blossoming bradford pear trees to grab a hand and do a little easter skipping.