Corin has taken the kids to play basketball, so I find myself with a few quiet moments, and I have chosen to spend them updating the blog. You're welcome.
We've had some serious fun around here lately. Evan has started playing spring soccer. He is loving it. Last spring, he totally hated soccer. This season, he is exhibiting mad skills, persistence, enthusiasm... he is a totally different kid out there.
Last weekend, we went to Knoxville to see Gran and Grandaddy, and of course, Lilly. The kids had a great time. That trip officially kicked off our Easter celebration.
We have been trying to really make sure the kids know that Easter is not just about eggs and bunnies and new outfits for church. But this is a tough one for me. Christmas is easy. The birth of a baby who would later become our savior. Warm and fuzzy. But, Easter.... Easter is heavy stuff for kids. For any of us really. I'm trying, nonetheless.
While in Knoxville, we attended a lovely Palm Sunday mass and dyed Easter eggs. Pressley looked up at the crucifix at the front of the church and whispered loudly, "Everybody loves Jesus because he's up there on the cross." Or something along those lines. Precious. It is probably about as deep as her understanding can be at not-quite-age-four. But I'm glad she understands that we love Jesus and he died on the cross. Evan's understanding is a bit more sophisticated. He understands that Jesus died, but then rose again on the third day. So, we're getting there.
Anyway, we had a great time in Knoxville, and the kids enjoyed dying eggs with Grandaddy. And they had a big time, as always, playing with Lilly. I'm quite sure that Lilly must breathe a sigh of relief when we leave.
Is this the cutest picture of the kids, or what?
And here they are dying their eggs....
Today, we continued the Easter festivities with the annual Easter Egg Hunt at Briarlake. I didn't get many photos of the actual hunt, because....HOLY chaos, batman! I've never seen eggs disappear so quickly in all my life. The hunt seems to get bigger each year. The church volunteers hide roughly 6000 eggs. I don't know how many kids were there this year, but our gym seats 300-400, and let's just say I hope the fire marshall wasn't around this morning, because there were WAY more people than that packed in there. There were age-graded hunts, and our kids were luckily participating in the same hunt: for 3 year olds through kindergarten. (Although, I must say that there were some extraordinarily tall "kindergartners" out there....) Poor Pressley was so overwhelmed by the speed with which the hunt evolved that she just stood there with her basket, near tears, and whined, "I can't find any eggs, Mommy! I can't find any eggs!" Until super-daddy came to the rescue, grabbed her hand and ran with her to the land of milk and honey, just beyond where the throngs of kids were sweeping through picking up every egg in sight.
All in all, it was a great success. And then we got to eat lunch with the cousins, so the kids were happy as clams.
Still on today's agenda: dye more Easter eggs, cook dinner, clean the house (or at least straighten the piles of clutter) before the family comes over tomorrow night, stuff sweet tarts and gummies into plastic eggs, stuff plastic eggs (and other goodies) into Easter baskets, lay out (and maybe even iron) Easter outfits, scrub Easter tattoos off two little arms before said little arms go into sleeveless dress and short-sleeved shirt tomorrow for church.... I'm exhausted just thinking about it. I better go spend my remaining quiet moments resting up.
Happy Easter, yall. Do try to spend some time reflecting on the true meaning of it all and thank your Lord for paying the ultimate sacrifice for each of us.
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