- Dillon and his dad had a Just Dance dance off on the wii. I think its safe to say that neither of them will be auditioning for SYTYCD (or for those of you not in the know- So You Think You Can Dance). Steve is incredibly competitive (as in I've seen him tackle children to the ground to get a frisbee at the local derby). Dillon was kickin' trash so Steve started pushing- then Dillon rolled on the ground right in front of him and made Steve fall hardcore (this is all done in good fun for the record). At the end of the longest song ever Dillon had more stars declaring him the winner.
- We went out for ice cream with some good friends Stetson and Nicole who we don't get to see nearly enough. They are expecting their first kiddos (twin boys!) pretty much anytime now. They're going to be the cutest parents.
- When we headed back to Steve's house (or "the farm") we found that the Easter Bunny had left a puppy for us to deliver to Dillon's niece and nephew the next day. Dillon had it all cuddled up in his lap and in his sternest voice informed that puppy that if he peed on Dillon's lap, Dillon was going to be ticked. I shifted the puppy onto my lap and precisely 0.2 seconds later my lap was uncomfortably warm and wet. That's right. The puppy peed on my lap- A LOT. It must have been because I didn't follow suit and warn him of the potential ramifications of him doing so.
- The next day we were 30 seconds late to the town egg-hunt and so missed the little kids and their egg-hunting skills. So we headed on into town for other Easter festivities (Dillon is technically from Hinckley so anytime we drive into Delta, it's "into town").
- Our next activity on the agenda may be my favorite. Delta is a small town and it definitely has small town quirks-which I find adorable. One of those quirks is that over Easter weekend some town locals set up shop on main street and sell 25 cent hotdogs and cotton candy. (It used to be 10 cent hotdogs but the price went up a couple of years ago. There was a borderline town rebellion- seriously.) Nothing says Easter weekend lunch like a big old bag of hotdogs followed up by a big old bag of cotton candy.
- After lunch we killed time doing whatever we wanted whenever we wanted: hit some baseballs, watched Pitch Perfect, played with the niece and nephew, shot skeet, watched Pitch Perfect again (because I will never get tired of that movie), and did some clothes/shoes shopping.
- That night we participated in my favorite Thatcher family tradition- dinner with the family. They do it once a week, every week. Dillon's siblings, parents, cousins, aunt & uncle- whoever is in town- all get together for dinner and then play cards afterwards. Cards is a riot. Steve (who remember is ridiculously competitive) usually ends up winning, which is basically awful because he is the worst winner ever (it's kind of endearing). He sings a happy little tune and rubs it in all while his head inflates a few more sizes. Guess who won over Easter Weekend?? IT.WAS.ME. And I had a picture to prove it that would mark this event for eternity. I didn't just kind of win. I dominated. I took that paper with all of the scores (Steve was second place, which if you ask him is just first loser) and made it the new refrigerator decoration at the farm. I guess history will just have to repeat itself so that I can get another picture of my undeniable card-playing-awesomeness.
- Sunday we headed over to church. The sacrament speakers lined up for Easter Sunday were so great. One of them told us about his conversion back to the church- a difficult road because of the choices he had been making. He was funny. He was candid. He was genuine. And he related it all back to our Savior and the atonement; which is, after all, the whole reason for Easter.
Congratulations for reading all of that with no pictures. I have a new phone now and will try to be more prompt in documenting our life events. Happy Easter (you know, forever ago).
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