Easter

Easter was ten days ago, and I just realized I never wrote about it. We started the day off with the cutest Easter basket you ever saw:

Since it was General Conference, we stayed home and watched/listened to four hours of inspirational messages on Easter Sunday. Mixed in with all that, there was a whole lot of block-building and playing going on too. Sometime in the morning, Jay asked to get out the plastic eggs, so I got them out for he and Rose to play with. We had Easter lunch at Grampa Dan and Grama Leslie’s house. The day was waning. We allllmost made it through all of Easter without an Easter egg hunt…any time the topic came up, I spoke noncommittal half-sentences and changed the subject.

By the evening, however, Jay and Rose were getting better at dodging my deflections, so I finally agreed to do an egg hunt after they cleaned up the giant mess of blocks in the family room. While they cleaned, I filled our plastic eggs with goldfish crackers, stale marshmallows, and some M&M candies I found on the shelf. I wasn’t trying to be rude or anti-festive or anything; I just don’t really get in to the plastic, fluffy, commercial side of Easter. I agree 100% that hunting for eggs is FUN for kids. I love pretty pastel spring dresses too. I do not agree that plastic eggs and candy should be related to the resurrection. I prefer to keep eggs separate from Easter. That’s why I was dragging my feet about the egg hunt, especially since I “forgot” to do it on Saturday. But, after reviewing the Easter story with the kids and making sure that they knew that eggs have nothing to do with Jesus’ resurrection, I conceded to an egg hunt.

Wow, that whole explanation made me sound like a springtime version of Scrooge! I don’t judge people who go all out with Easter. It’s just not my style. I do squirm when people try to tell my kids that eggs MEAN something on Easter. My blog, my opinions. ANYWAYS, on to the pictures! It turned out to be very fun and cute and fast. I hid about 30 eggs and the hunt took 10 minutes, tops.

Amber watched the action from afar. [side note: isn’t our grass nice? It’s hard to believe that we only planted it one year ago.]

I re-learned for the zillionth time that taking action pictures of kids on the move is not easy.

Hiding eggs was such a simple thing for me to do, and it made Jay and Rose SO happy! Such a huge return for such miniscule effort made me feel like I should not have dragged my feet so much, ha ha.

The hunt turned into quite the competition between Jay and Rose.

Time to count them up. Amber enjoyed seeing things up close. Final score: Jay—19, Rose—12.

Goldfish and stiff marshmallows taste much better when eaten out of an aged plastic egg.

Since Amber couldn’t participate in the egg hunt, I put her in a festive yellow dress and did a little sister comparison picture to give her some sort of non-Easter Easter experience:

Rose at 4 months and Amber at 5 months old. Sisters in springtime.

Happy Easter!