Here is what Easter morning looks like at our house after bribing, threatening, back to bribing(works better), sweating, Devin bonking himself in the head a million times for laughs and then finally almost being late for church despite the fact we were ready an hour before it started.
Mister hotty pants. I have no recollection of taking this picture.
Cracked me up when I came acrossed it.
The Mr. and Mrs. in our messy Easter kitchen.
Either the house looks good or we do.
You can't have both. (My fav quote these days.)
Easter is the most special and bright of holidays.
Easter means hope. Easter means not all is lost ever. Inbetween all the candy and bunnies we had a few special moments to talk to our children about the hope of Easter. Our Savior. Naomi's teacher sent home a special picture of the Savior holding a little girl that looked a lot like her. She said: "That is me and Jesus. My teacho toad me." It was a sweet moment. I was glad her teacher gave her that instead of candy. She needed that more than candy. (She was crying every time we tried to talk about Jesus the rest of the day.)
We are sugared up and pooped out, but overall it was a beautiful spring Easter Sunday.