We had a pretty traditional Easter this year. It was at the tail end of our Spring Vacation and we started celebrating with a trip to the Temple and the Visitors Center. I want the kids to understand what Easter is really about...without giving up the Easter baskets and egg hunt. Let's just hope none of your kids ever ask me if the Easter Bunny is real.
Here comes the annual egg dying fiasco. Mark cried for the first few minutes because we wouldn't let him drink the "juice". I should have let him swig a sip...he'd never want juice again.
He figured it out.
This one isn't quite frame worthy.
My daughters.
Happy Easter.
Alice turned nine the other day. She woke up to a room filled with white balloons, post it notes all over the house full of things that we loved about her, a surprise visit at school during lunch, a dinner date with her mom and dad, cake and presents. Poor little Laura tried her hardest to not to rain on Alice's parade, but not being able to blow out the candles was almost too much for her to take.
