It’s Easter Sunday and like many houses we have some bunnies with serious sugar highs hopping around!
In effort to introduce our kids to more than just the Easter Bunny we headed off to church this morning. Getting 3 kids (and ourselves) looking somewhat presentable in time to get to the 9:30am service was a challenge.
Even crazier, we headed off UN-caffeinated.
The 2 big kids headed out to the van with Daddy while I searched for pants that actually fit. While outside Daddy scooped this sweet picture above. In those same 5 minutes, Lauren's white tights found mud & grass stains that I guess are unavoidable when you're all decked out in a brand new dress. Andrew (surprisingly) stayed clean.
As we pulled into the church hubby & I high-fived ourselves for arriving 10 minutes early. Whoo Hoo, they said it couldn't be done and we were early!
Guess what? The Easter service was changed to 9am. So classic.
In the chapel Megan fussed so came out of her carseat. Then spit up all over my dry-clean only shirt. Another high-five. Of course I should known better than to wear such an item, I'm not a rookie but I guess I was hoping today might be lucky or something.
I look beside in the pew and my 4 yr old daughter has her Easter crinoline pulled up to her shoulders and has her hand down the back of the grass-stained tights. Apparently she put her undies on backwards (claims it's backwards day) and declares (loudly) that she has a wedgie. Lovely church talk.
Back home, the Easter Bunny had held off the chocolate egg hunt until after church to avoid sugar puke in the chapel. Smart move because once all the eggs were found they ate all their findings in one sitting despite the "just one more" requests.
Maybe we should have removed the good clothes before the chocolate hands…but we were routing around for some coffee at this point.
One thing that was perfect though – the whole morning. Despite any ups & downs and mini crisis's a sense of humour keeps just about anything in check. Almost.
For the biggest chuckle we're gonna try to roast a turkey. Well, tomorrow now. It's still rock hard frozen. Back-up plan of spaghetti for Easter dinner doesn't sound half bad anyways.
From our busy household to yours, Happy Easter!
