I think blogging does my family more harm than good. I blog under the guise of keeping a family journal but that's all bull-hooey. Because my children turn into rabid beasts when I open the computer, heaving their bodies against mine repeatedly and trying to slam my laptop shut. As I'm typing this, Leah is sitting on my shoulders, bull-riding, and Eve will only be occupied until she tops off the little pile of m&ms I strategically placed in the middle of the kitchen floor for her to find...
But, I soldier on... for the children.
'Twas a glorious Easter this year. Holidays are most excellent in that they provide you with constant leverage against your children.
Ah ah ah! The Easter Bunny's watching!
I wouldn't do that if I were you... the Easter Bunny might decide to skip our house this year!
If you don't knock it off, your dad and I are gonna eat the Easter Bunny for dinner!
That last one is my very favorite and is especially effective at stopping the Turkey Sub in her tracks.
Having a major hand up on your kids aside, watching them get caught up in the magic of it all is pretty much what my dreams are made of.
Let's start at the beginning, a very good place to start... Dyeing the eggs. I didn't really take any pictures of the finished product because this was a hands on project for me--but here are the darlings while their eggs were soaking.
Baby Eve has starting saying "Cheeeeeeeeese!" whenever the camera comes out so most of the photos I have of her capture this little underbite "mid-cheese" pose.
Sunday morning all dressed up before church (these pictures are not in order). Both girls picked out their own dresses this year--well, Eve's is the one she decided to chew on so I took it as her "picking" it. I think they did well for themselves.
Take a look at this girls mane these days. Naturally she thinks she is Repunzel and every time I mention cutting her hair she recoils in disgust. She told me the other day I was trying to take away her magical powers. This prompted an impromptu performance of "Mother Knows Best."
On Sunday morning the girls woke up early to search for their easter baskets. I love how I keep acting like Eve knew what was going on. She didn't...
But she did enjoy the fruits of Leah's labor...
Surprisingly, Leah's favorite part of it all was a letter from the Easter Bunny. She couldn't believe he left her a note---with paw prints and all.
After church we spent a lovely Easter dinner with friends.
On Friday, we were pleasantly surprised to find out Sam had work off---so we finagled a few other dads taking the day off so we could go to the NYC International Auto Show. John, Sam and James pictured here waiting for the potty...
Before the auto show we had a little easter party/egg hunt at John and Marcia's house... it was beautiful and wonderful and a perfect photo opp. I told Eve to do her best Billy Idol... She floofed up her hair and nailed it.
The matriarchs...
Sam giving Leah a little egg hunting advice...
Our respective delectable offspring. You'd think it was difficult to get them all to sit there so nicely while we took this photo---and it was... until I threatened to whip up a little EB stew...
Happy Easter, friends! I hope yours was a lovely as mine! Now excuse my while I go pile-drive a three year old.
2 comments:
Did I really not comment on this post yet?? Loved it! I am obsessed with Eve's hair, especially the little whispy in the egg dying pictures.
I think it's a good thing I don't have girls yet because I'm sure they would each have ten dresses set aside just for Easter, and we would have wardrobe changes and photo sessions throughout the day, all for me! Love your girls' pretty choices.
And by the way, I see how you're hiding your shrinking little body in those pictures. I can tell by your skinny face that you have something to reveal, so get on with it! (Insert cat calls and whistles here.)
Easter Bunny STEW!!!???! I am cracking up over here, probably about to wake up my kids! You have a way with words Vanessa!! Your kids are delicious! Leah's hair is very Rapunzel like. Simply lovely!
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