Showing posts with label easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label easter. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Massamallo Drop 2014

We not only did a Kensington repeat this year. We also relived the oh-so-spectacular "Massamallow" Drop. Corn syrupy goodness. Helicopters. Waterford. The Easter Bunny. Plus this year, SUN! How could we miss it? And lucky ducks that they are, we dragged the Machnaks along to enjoy the fun.

M: "So, Jack... This helicopter flies over and drops hundreds of marshmallows from the sky..."

J: "No way?!"

M: "...and then you run and pick them up..."

M: "...so we should probably get a move on..." 

M: "Oh, Jack, you're so funny..."

Really though - Maizey and Jack? They're like siblings. Laugh like siblings. (Fight like siblings...) And it's a good thing, since their actual siblings were a tad underwhelmed by the whole thing.


 

But, not this guy (or girl):

Future Milford Mayor, Jack, did some campaigning and practiced his glad-handing.

Meanwhile, Will managed the littles. 
Twins? No thank you.

The anticipation was killing us. 
But we did get some comic relief.

And then...


 WAHOO!

Maizey was better equipped to deal with the competition this year. 

But, per usual, she spent the majority of her time gawking at everything and everybody around her, 
while Jack had his eyes on the prize.


And yes, we were "those parents" again this year. Will had to pocket a mallow to insure Maizey could collect a prize during departure - she was housing the rest of her booty. 


Girl after my heart.

But, Jaclyn did get them both to stop and show off their mallows: 
  

Only problem? We had to talk Jack into eating one. Somebody (not naming names here - Danielle) told him it would be gross to eat a marshmallow off the ground. Oh, live a little, dude.

Hoppy Easter 2014.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Kensington Egg Hunt Bonus: '13 AND '14

Last year we attended with Kensington Egg Hunt with Grandma Betty. When I readied a post on this year's hunt, I realized I never added last year's pics. So, here they are... 









Only 365+ days ago.

And this year.

We were minus Grandma, but plus Lucy. (And, + the Machnacks.)





  







Holy time flies.

From aided searching to independent park dancing.


 And so happy.

Example 3215 of the statement: "the longest, shortest time."