As this was the first real holiday in the midst of COVID, it was nice to stay at home and limit our travels to Saturday take out and and quick run to the corner store on Sunday.
However, it was not without its trials.
With no place to go, my wife tried to cook for eight on Sunday, when we have only four, and one of those only eats mashed potatoes, and the other is an all-out carnivore. Like Thanksgiving, we have way too many leftovers.
And staging the arrival of the Easter Bunny continues to more and more daunting. I'm not sure if my eldest is still a believer, but she's hardcore in finding someone delivering something to the house. It was a game of cat -and- mouse into the wee hours as I had to disable motion lights in order to dish out the Easter egg hunt outside.
I finally had everything ready, and was predisposed to collapse on the playroom sofa, when I heard footsteps at 4am and giggling girls following thereafter.
We did get some gaming done with weekend, but first the holiday painting.
Nothing seemed better to get paint to figure than some Easter Island Heads from Windsword. We did a little research about the island and the Moai, and plotted a paint scheme. It was an enjoyable afternoon, even if Maja was still sleep deprived from her secret mission. Each person painted a head, did their own interpretation of shading (with the same colors), and then told be where to put all the grass tufts, flowers, and miscellaneous growths (all Huge Miniatures).
And then, mission completed, dear old Dad screwed something up.
Given that I do the same process for sealing the minis that I do every time, I'm scratching my head as to why this group became cloudy. All that awesome of work of the girls ruined.
The saving grace is that no one got upset (except Dad) and we moved onto the next project.
And a for a screw-up, they don't look too bad.
Biggest complaint about Windsword's heads is that their way too smooth, when compared to the pictures from Easter Island.
Next: Some actual attempts at games, and the girls try their hands at more Windsword products.
Dad will shake up the sealer and hold it a foot further away for future proejcts.
However, it was not without its trials.
With no place to go, my wife tried to cook for eight on Sunday, when we have only four, and one of those only eats mashed potatoes, and the other is an all-out carnivore. Like Thanksgiving, we have way too many leftovers.
And staging the arrival of the Easter Bunny continues to more and more daunting. I'm not sure if my eldest is still a believer, but she's hardcore in finding someone delivering something to the house. It was a game of cat -and- mouse into the wee hours as I had to disable motion lights in order to dish out the Easter egg hunt outside.
I finally had everything ready, and was predisposed to collapse on the playroom sofa, when I heard footsteps at 4am and giggling girls following thereafter.
We did get some gaming done with weekend, but first the holiday painting.
Nothing seemed better to get paint to figure than some Easter Island Heads from Windsword. We did a little research about the island and the Moai, and plotted a paint scheme. It was an enjoyable afternoon, even if Maja was still sleep deprived from her secret mission. Each person painted a head, did their own interpretation of shading (with the same colors), and then told be where to put all the grass tufts, flowers, and miscellaneous growths (all Huge Miniatures).
And then, mission completed, dear old Dad screwed something up.
Given that I do the same process for sealing the minis that I do every time, I'm scratching my head as to why this group became cloudy. All that awesome of work of the girls ruined.
The saving grace is that no one got upset (except Dad) and we moved onto the next project.
And a for a screw-up, they don't look too bad.
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| Not the Dark Brown base we were looking for.... |
Next: Some actual attempts at games, and the girls try their hands at more Windsword products.
Dad will shake up the sealer and hold it a foot further away for future proejcts.
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