I started sewing the kids Easter clothes quite early this year, and felt quite on the ball when the evening before Easter arrived. It was Zeke's first Birthday and we'd had a house full of family and party and all that goes with it. (don't worry, I'll post all about it soon enough....) I got the house cleaned up and put back together and was able to rummage around miscellaneous bags stashed here and there over time and was able to find quite the exciting assortment of toys and goodies. I still had a week to iron and sew buttons since Easter Sunday was General Conference. And who are we kidding, my kids really don't care about the clothes.

I remember a year or two ago when Adren found the garbage can full of Easter wrappers and started crying, wondering if that meant the Easter Bunny did not exist. I didn't really answer him, instead I think I said something like today is a happy day, and lets look over there and see what we can find..... he quickly forgot and we moved on. I've never actually told him a giant furry Easter Bunny hops into our house and leaves these things- I didn't believe it when I was little, so it is not that big of a deal to me if he does or not, but when I saw the tears I thought maybe he can't handle the truth just yet. This has not been questioned again, and we've been able to focus more on Christ and the resurection and steer away from the big giant bunny idea.
I think this is the first year (other than a wacky attempt of a 6 month old Adren dying eggs) that I actually set up egg dye and had the kids dye eggs! I remember last year feeling so crummy and decided to pass. I called them in to the kitchen after it was all set up and they were just staring at everything in awe. "What's this for?" "What do we do with the crayons?" "What if my egg cracks?" It was like they were brought here the day before from a third world country, never having the opportunity to celebrate in normal American fun. Needless to say, they thought it was a great time and the boys vowed they would never eat their eggs, and keep them in a safe place in their rooms forever. ( I was able to snatch them off the toy shelf that night and put them in the fridge where they were forgotten and thrown out when rotted.)
It sure is fun to see Zeke on these occasions, where he doesn't know what is going on, but he likes it. Jon had hidden plastic eggs with candy throughout the house and it was cute to see Zeke patter around with the kids, having no clue what they are hunting for, but loving following them around.
I thought the boys looked like they worked in an ice cream parlor, which oddly I kind of like.Eli had some trouble putting on a tie with visible flowers, and never fully got over it. And Paisley shed some tears that she did not have a tie like her brothers. Good thing Zeke didn't feel bad he didn't have an outfit to match.
I just had to have them pose in front of the matching lamp shade. Oddly, I like this, too! I'm thinking up a way I can get the whole family to pose dressed in matching fabric which is the same as the curtains, which is the same as the wall paper.... give me till Christmas.
Overall, it was a great Easter. Zeke's second. It sure is fun creating memories for this crazy bunch.
I remember a year or two ago when Adren found the garbage can full of Easter wrappers and started crying, wondering if that meant the Easter Bunny did not exist. I didn't really answer him, instead I think I said something like today is a happy day, and lets look over there and see what we can find..... he quickly forgot and we moved on. I've never actually told him a giant furry Easter Bunny hops into our house and leaves these things- I didn't believe it when I was little, so it is not that big of a deal to me if he does or not, but when I saw the tears I thought maybe he can't handle the truth just yet. This has not been questioned again, and we've been able to focus more on Christ and the resurection and steer away from the big giant bunny idea.
I think this is the first year (other than a wacky attempt of a 6 month old Adren dying eggs) that I actually set up egg dye and had the kids dye eggs! I remember last year feeling so crummy and decided to pass. I called them in to the kitchen after it was all set up and they were just staring at everything in awe. "What's this for?" "What do we do with the crayons?" "What if my egg cracks?" It was like they were brought here the day before from a third world country, never having the opportunity to celebrate in normal American fun. Needless to say, they thought it was a great time and the boys vowed they would never eat their eggs, and keep them in a safe place in their rooms forever. ( I was able to snatch them off the toy shelf that night and put them in the fridge where they were forgotten and thrown out when rotted.)
It sure is fun to see Zeke on these occasions, where he doesn't know what is going on, but he likes it. Jon had hidden plastic eggs with candy throughout the house and it was cute to see Zeke patter around with the kids, having no clue what they are hunting for, but loving following them around.
I thought the boys looked like they worked in an ice cream parlor, which oddly I kind of like.Eli had some trouble putting on a tie with visible flowers, and never fully got over it. And Paisley shed some tears that she did not have a tie like her brothers. Good thing Zeke didn't feel bad he didn't have an outfit to match.
I just had to have them pose in front of the matching lamp shade. Oddly, I like this, too! I'm thinking up a way I can get the whole family to pose dressed in matching fabric which is the same as the curtains, which is the same as the wall paper.... give me till Christmas.
Overall, it was a great Easter. Zeke's second. It sure is fun creating memories for this crazy bunch.