…Which is why I had chocolate for breakfast. (Hair of the dog and all)
We had the usual Easter:
We went to church. This is normal. What wasn’t normal was going Sunday morning instead of Saturday night.
And this year we discovered that we don’t so much go Saturday night as a noble gesture to make room for the Christmas-and-Easter Crowd, as to avoid the drama of the morning. We made it on time, but not after dealing with 3 crying jags, smeared pink nail polish, and straight hair that I apparently had “promised to make extra wavy for me today!!!!!” (I have no memory of this promise.)
Let me tell you, the irony was THICK in the car once we finally got on the road to go celebrate the Resurrection of our Redeemer.
In the afternoon, Charlie fixed dinner for 6 adults and 8 children: ham, potatoes au gratin, cauliflower, and green beans.
Because, as someone commented to me on Facebook, “Nothing says Easter like cauliflower.”
(To which I reply, “HEY. Bunnies like cauliflower.”)
And at least we didn’t serve what Charlie REALLY wanted to cook: Leg of Lamb. Yeah. “Hey kids! Come to the table for a delicious meal of sweet baby sheep! You know, I bet he looked JUST like the stuffed lamb the Easter Bunny brought you this morning!”
Kids ran and played and made messes all day.
Which worked out well this year, since the weather was good enough for them to do all of that OUTSIDE.
We held our annual egg hunt.
Which took about 15 minutes for everyone except my son.
But it wasn’t his fault, because another annual tradition is for at least one plastic egg to be unfindable, due to hider error.
This year LC couldn’t find FIVE of his eggs. They were so hidden that all of the adults had to join the search, including the person who hid the eggs. 20 fruitless minutes later, after we realized that all the younger kids were indoors unsupervised, we finally gave up and left the eggs for the wildlife (and/or Bob) to find.
Guess who hid my kids’ eggs. Go ahead. I dare you.
Oh yeah? You shut up. Next year CHARLIE is hiding the Wetzel eggs.
Last week, I got an unbelievable PR email, which I decided, in the interest of good taste, not to act upon until after Easter. I wrote about it on the Fellowship of the Traveling Smarty Pants. Go check it out.
12 responses so far ↓
1 Nick the Geek // Apr 13, 2009 at 9:10 am
Sounds like a great time. I made it to church but left early because I am ill. I skipped lunch but did drag myself outside to watch the kids find Easter Eggs. My oldest was really nice about things. She went to grab an egg as my Youngest daughter was reaching but she put it back for her when she realized what was going on. My son, on the other hand, was a total punk. He pulled an egg out of my youngest daughter’s hand then threw it when we told him that wasn’t nice. I made him sit with me for a few minutes so he would learn not to be a jerk like that.
Then I went back to bed/bathroom for the rest of the day.
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2 Helen // Apr 13, 2009 at 9:11 am
I have a feeling I know how you will vote in my holiday poll…..
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3 Screwed Up Texan // Apr 13, 2009 at 9:55 am
We finally hid the Easter eggs late yesterday for the kids to find. We had fun together as a family! I think we found all the eggs…although someone on twitter said that once her dad found an Easter egg in August…so who knows. We didnt exactly count.
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4 Wendy // Apr 13, 2009 at 10:05 am
It’s nice to know that we aren’t the only family who has missing eggs at the end of the day. You’d think that we’d learn to keep a list after a while…
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5 Joyce // Apr 13, 2009 at 11:01 am
Vegans should skip this comment…Here they sometimes add the word ‘succulent’ in front of the words ‘baby lamb’ on menus. Not saying I ordered it in a restaurant Friday night but if I did it might have been delicious.
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6 Steph at the Red Clay Diaries // Apr 13, 2009 at 11:36 am
On the egg hunt: The worst part is that we do count the eggs. Each kid looks for one color, so we know to hide the same amount for each. (This year, 18.) I managed to lose close to 1/4 of my son’s eggs. Gone. In one section of the yard.
Joyce- Oh yes. Your side of the pond is where Charlie got his love for all things sheep. It’s also the place where I ate my first and only Mutton with Mint Jelly TV dinner. Whew. As in so many other areas of my life, I blame England.
7 Beth // Apr 13, 2009 at 11:41 am
I take full responsibility for the cauliflower comment! And I have nothing against it as a food. I actually like it. But it sure did seem like the “one of these things is not like the other” game when I read the menu.
Like you, we go to church on Saturday night. Our service was simple and worshipful like most weeks. But something inside of us decided to visit our old church on Sunday morning and it was nuts. I’m glad we went to support the peeps (HA!) and their special music and drama stuff…but…
YIKES! Crowds. No nursery first service. Scenes from the Passion that Frank had to take the kids OUT of the service for. We went home kind of thankful that we don’t have to do that every week…
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8 katdish // Apr 13, 2009 at 11:46 am
I thought the phrase went “Nothing says Easter like brocolli rice casserole.” But you’re right, bunnies do like califlower…
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9 Billy Coffey // Apr 13, 2009 at 10:24 pm
Yeah, what is it about those few eggs that just can’t be found. We had seven this year. SEVEN.
But it’s okay, because I’ll be running over them on with the lawnmower all summer, so it’ll be like an Easter egg hunt every week or so.
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10 Stonefox // Apr 14, 2009 at 8:09 am
Girl, Sunday mornings can be disastrous. Isn’t it ironic? But it does sound like the day turned out well. With the cauliflower and all.
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11 Marie // Apr 14, 2009 at 1:33 pm
True story: our family hides eggs in the house, so we do NOT want to find them in August! So, every year I draw a map and mark off where they’re hidden. This year my 13 year old son took over egg duty, and he drew a map too!
12 faemom // Apr 16, 2009 at 12:19 am
This was the first year we found all the eggs! It was part to the brilliance of my mom and the age of the kids. My mom gave each of the boys a colored egg, so we knew there was a dozen of each color. Then my brother was on strict orders to remember the kids are three and under.
As for the early morning dash to church, that’s to make you thankful it happens once a year.
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