My 3 year old thinks we killed eggs for Easter. After all, we "died" them. And so we kicked off our Easter festivities with murdered, I mean dyed, fingers and 48 boiled eggs. (I used the method The Damsel in Dis Dress recommended to boil them, I hope it works!)
This Easter happens to fall on the same weekend as our church's semi-annual world wide conference (which I blessedly can watch from my television). In case you don't know, General Conference has four 2 hour sessions (2 on Saturday and 2 on Sunday). Want to know a great idea for keeping little ones still for two hours while watching people speak? It's a solution only a genius such as myself can come up with: have your Easter egg hunt in between the two Saturday sessions so they are hopped up on sugar for the last 2 hours. Oh yes I did. I, know, you are in awe of my great idea making abilities.
We invited friends over for the hunt, it was a lot of fun. Also, the neighbor kids were bursting with excitement and eventually came over to help find the eggs. I wondered if they celebrate Easter (I've never seen kids so excited to find other people's eggs). I'm 95% sure I saw a Christmas tree up last year, so hopefully we didn't cross some sort of religious holiday line by letting them help.
Ryan couldn't find his last egg, and when I finally made him recount ("I've already counted it three times, it is short by one!"), it was in his basket all along. We looked an extra 1/2 hour for that "missing" egg. It was our friend's boy who ended up with the traditional unfindable egg. I'm sure it will turn up sometime in the next year. (It is due to that tradition that we hide plastic eggs and not the real ones, by the way.)
So the dyeing eggs and hunting plastic eggs is finished and, due to it being conference weekend, the need for dressing in new church clothes won't be around until next Sunday, we can focus tomorrow on the real reason for Easter. Surprisingly it isn't all the spring sales or spring break. It is the atonement and resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. This holiday is immensely personal to me, and I love it.
I would write more, but my brain is a little dysfunctional tonight. My kids aren't the only ones overdosed on chocolate. I happen to know where the extra malted robin eggs are hidden. Right next to the extra Snickers eggs, Reeses eggs, and Hershey's Kisses. Wow. I'm surprised I can even focus for longer than 3 sec ... Was I saying something? ... I need more chocolate ... Did I post about us almost getting flooded out of our neighborhood last week? ... Oops. That will be my next post ... if I can remember that long ...