Good golly, this is my first post in April. Things have been busy. We have three kids in three sports right now, in addition to all of the regular stuff. And it was report card time, and we went to the beach, and also…I’m usually just kind of tired. So if I have a spare moment, I will lean toward playing Sugar Crush on the iPad instead of blogging. I’m sorry. But on the bright side, I’m at Level 90 in Sugar Crush, and that ain’t nothing to sneeze at, people (because I was stuck on Level 79 for a week and a half. A WEEK AND A HALF! Suck it, stupid Level 79.)
Anywho, here’s what we did for Easter!
We went to one egg hunt this year. Dave brought Ben from baseball practice seconds after his age group hunted, and although Maddie brought her basket, there were no other teenagers standing around with baskets so she chickened out. Therefore, only Jack got to hunt this year. I gave him this advice:
“Dude. You are hunting for all of us. Our chocolate supply at home is depending on you and you alone. Do you understand? Stay focused. Knock over the shrimps who are smaller than you, and while every other kid is going to run for the nearest eggs, YOU are going to run for the furthest ones. It’s a good plan. Stick to it, son, and you WILL be my favorite child.”
Photo One:
Yes! He ran for the eggs on the far side of the lawn!
5 seconds later, Photo 2:
Dang it, if those little shrimps didn’t horn in my fella’s territory. And he was too nice to push them over. Well, we do what we can to raise our children right. How they handle themselves when they’re on their own is a crapshoot, I tell you.
We also colored our eggs:
And Grandma took the kids on the Candy Field Trip:
The kids decorated the bunny cake (carrot cake this year):
Jack did the ears, Ben did the face,and Maddie did the bowtie. Do those eyes make the bunny look a little…dead? I didn’t really see that until now.
The night before Easter, I tried Ben’s good khakis on him (he usually wears his corduroys or cargo pants to church). But his khakis now fit Jack, so Ben ended up wearing his corduroys on Easter, which really bugged me. There was a woman from my old church who was the Queen of the Fashion Police, and if you wore white shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day, she’d give you a once-over look with a wrinkle of her nose that made you know that you had failed big time. She also did that for other things, and I always breathed a sigh of relief every week when I passed inspection. Anywho, I was glad she wasn’t there to witness the corduroys-on-Easter faux pas, but I pictured her looking down from heaven, giving Ben a slow once-over, and wrinkling her nose. I’m sorry Peg.
Also, the tie I was planning to wear on Ben was way too short, it came up over his belly button, so Dave tied one of his ties on him and stuck a whole bunch of extra stuff inside his shirt. I’m sorry, Peg.
Also, Jack absolutely refused to wear the adorable sweater vest I put out for him. And I totally could have made him, but Dave wasn’t really on my side, he kind of rolled his eyes at me for caring too much about their Easter wear so I gave in, so Jack’s wearing a crummy hand–me- down shirt with Crocs. Ugh. I’m sorry, Peg.
Maddie looked totally awesome though. I’m sure Peg was nodding in approval and giving a thumbs-up, while staunchly guarding the cough drops in the heavenly choir loft.
We went to my brother-in-law’s church.
And after church we went to Dave and Jamae’s house where my bratty brother Dave showed us he knew how to play a saw.
Jack’s thinking, “Dude. that is AMAZING.” Dave is thinking, “I wish I was as cool as my sister, Beth.”
In the evening, we went to my in-laws’ house but I didn’t take any pictures, so here is a bonus picture of my bratty brother Dave in high school with a MULLET! Ha! Even better than a picture of my in-laws! (I’m sorry, Julie and Al.)
Happy Belated Easter!
