I love my little house in Mountain View. Especially when its crammed with about thirty members of my family and our friends avoiding the downpour of rain that fell on Easter. We made the best of it, and instead of a huge confetti egg fight in the yard, my living room was filled with the sound of our laughter and cheers as we watched recorded newsclips of the meeting and vigil. As my aunt proudly exclaimed, "See! We ARE a political family!"

Finally, it's not just me and Chris. Haha.

But the day couldn't end without some type of confetti egg fight. We were just supposed to take one egg and crack it on the head of the person of our choice for the traditional polaroid photo....

Ya right!

All those pent up confetti-egg cracking urges could not be contained and spurts of stealth attacks and confetti egg bombardments occured while the photos were being taken. Chris got one down his pants courtesy of Auntie Rosemary (...the confetti is still littering our bathroom floor from whe he shook it out of his underwear). I got my Auntie Becky, who was not happy about it and put me on cookie probation. God I love her chocolate chip cookies, I hope she's not being serious. After all, she already bruised my arm after I GENTLY cracked an egg on her head. My baby cousin Peyton got baptized earlier in the day. ...but he wasn't officially baptized into our crazy family until his mom cracked an egg in her hand and gently sprinkled the confetti over his head.

Ahhhhh. Gotta love my family.