Sunday, April 12, 2009

How Do People Find Time to Go to Church on Easter?

Today was a fun but exhausting Easter Sunday. We started at about 8 a.m. at Epu's parents house, where we'd spent the past two nights visiting. Nutmeg and I took a flashlight and magnifying glass and searched the house for clues of the Easter Bunny. We found a few strands of blue raffia Easter grass (that Easter Bunny likes Pier 1 and World Market, you know) and some gray fuzz that may well have been shed from a fuzzy tail. Eventually Nutmeg found this:

That ducky is made of candy -- don't you love it?

Pebbles slept past 9 a.m., and of course by then Nutmeg had snatched up every single hidden plastic egg in the house. Oh well, she was plenty happy when Nutmeg helped her find her own basket:

We got the girls into their Easter dresses

Notice Pebbles' chocolate face? She spent most of the day working her way through the candy in her basket. I let her hold it in the car ride from Milwaukee to Kenosha, and Nutmeg kept me informed: "Mom! Pebbles is unwrapping her chocolate carrot! She's eating it! Now she's unwrapping another chocolate carrot!" Nutmeg, on the other hand, is a hoarder and I barely noticed her touching her candy.

In Kenosha the girls found huge balloons, MORE Easter Baket, and got to hunt for Easter eggs outside, which was beautifully sunny if chilly. They both had a great time until Nutmeg fell on that rock retaining wall you see behind Pebbles, scraped her leg, and spent an hour or so wailing and languishing with an ice pack in bed.

Nutmeg recovered in time to help decorate and eat dessert, though.


Sara said...

yeah, we totally skipped church yesterday. i like to think that jesus is a cool enough guy that he understands that moms with young kids just can't get it together enough to celebrate a major holiday AND do church in the same day.

Kori said...

Looks like a lovely day. :)

As for the church question, I had to chuckle. As we were prepping for yesterday, thinking about all the activity surrounding getting up and back to the family in Kenosha for a visit, then returning late, having a kid on a grandparent/sugar high (and believe me, the whining in the car last night was so-not-fun), then waking said-child this morning for school, hoping for the best, I thought to myself, "Ah, what a peaceful and prayerful way to celebrate the glorious resurrection of Christ." It certainly isn't miracle-pondering head space, I'll tell you that.

I wouldn't trade any of it, of course, but yeah, it makes for a hectic day.

Bert said...

That looks so fun! And those cupcakes look delicious! I think I know what I'll be doing next weekend!