Last night after writing in my journal I went upstairs and Rachel was in bed with the lights out. It was 11:00. I said, "knock, knock"

"Who’s there?"

"Ether"

"Oh crap!" Rachel hopped out of bed and we got the Easter baskets put together.

So this morning, even after seeing all the basket Gracie kept asking if the Easter bunny came. She knew that we had bought everything (because she is a snoop… and we didn’t hide things very well anyway). Rachel finally told her there was no Easter bunny and again told her the real reason we celebrate Easter (Christ’s resurrection). I think Gracie was pretty bummed about it and she told Gehrig and Brigham and anyone else she could.

I’ve never understood the whole Easter bunny thing so I don’t really care. Christmas is so commercialized and I hate to see Easter become the same way.