So, I'm a bit late with this post. I'm trying to get caught up. I've just been so enjoying our busy summer schedule that I haven't had any desire to sit at a computer when we can be outside playing! I'm going to split Easter Sunday into a couple of posts. We'll start off with Easter morning with the girls and their Easter Baskets. We started off our day with way more sugar than any child should have in one sitting. Why do I do that to myself? I completely sabotage my entire day and then some because they start it off with major sugar overload. But seriously, could you have Easter without it? I was in charge of Sharing Time that Sunday and I can tell you that those kids were still bouncing around from all that candy. Maybe if we have church earlier in the day next year we'll have them dig into their candy when we get home instead of before church, but I couldn't make them wait until 4:00!
Eva was instantly attracted to the lollipops. At first I couldn't figure out why, and then realized that we really haven't had any of those for some time. And if it's been some time for me, it must have been never for her. She's only 2! Follow this series of pics with me. Here she is unwrapping her first victim.


Somehow, one turned into three. I know you have a big mouth Eva, but I don't think they're going to fit!


She's successfully devoured one, although she doesn't look too thrilled about it. I think she's bummed that it's gone.

Here she is, completely thrilled with herself and her lollipop massacre.

Sadly, the big hit and main event of our morning I had no one to blame for it but myself. Trust me when I tell you that I am working my hardest to raise girls with good manners and a polite demeanor. But we love a good gag around here, thus my inability to resist the purchase of several whoopie cushions.

I knew they would have a blast with them, but it made for an extremely irreverent Sabbath morning atmosphere, that's for sure. Lesson learned. But they loved these things!

Now, we already knew that Malia wins the Blue Ribbon for most powerful Booty in this house. I could break out some baby pictures to prove my point, but I don't want to embarrass Malia. I'll save that for her teenage years. But if there had ever been any doubt about her owning that title, doubt no more. She blew it up for the first time,

set it on her chair, jumped up and then gave it her best landing, which I rated a 10. However, it was just too too much for this little whoopie cushion to handle.

It never knew what hit it. You go, Malia.
Here's a sample of what we got to hear for the rest of the morning. (Don't worry. I eventually reached a point when I made them all put them away for a bit of Easter morning reverence.)
More to come...