Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Easter, part II

Man, the blogosphere Gods are against me!  I get all ready to post Easter pictures about a week ago and our desktop won't start up.  (It's been struggling for a while, but we can usually get it going by sneaking through the back door.  Spencer thinks the entire hard drive just needs to be wiped clean and rebooted...I think he's in denial of having to buy a new computer.  We'll see whose right.)  The laptop is kind of a pain in the butt to post pictures with, so I put it off.  But then I get all gung-ho this morning about updating the blog when I realize how long it's been since my last post (eek! nearly 2 weeks!) and I can't find the cords that connect the camera with the laptop for picture uploading.  I was ready to give up on the whole thing when I remember that I had already saved most of my Easter pictures on Facebook and could get them off of there (woo-hoo!) we are!  Enjoy!

first off: Egg Dying!  I know, I know, I'm a crazy-pants to insist on a full-fledge, 4 dozen, actual dye, egg-coloring session with 4 young kids (sidenote: when can I stop including Ezra in the young kids definition?), but I'm actually kind of hard-core about egg dying, even with all the mess and massive amounts of leftover eggs.  I just love me a good tradition.  I've found that 4 dozen is just about the right amount for everyone to leave the table satisfied.  We might have to bump it up another half-dozen next year when Oak will be old enough to do more than 3 eggs and get bored.

Confession: I still have like half-dozen hard boiled eggs in the fridge waiting to get eaten, 2 1/2 weeks post-Easter.  Normally I take care of them much sooner, but my tastes have been finicky with pregnancy.  I'll have to make up some egg salad for sandwiches or something 'cause I don't think I'll trust them after another week.

If my kids look homeless, it's because it was Saturday morning *cough*or afternoon*cough*.  They look fairly vagrant-ish most Saturdays.

We also did resurrection rolls, per-tradition, but Spencer was in charge of the camera for that activity...and...well...I love my husband but he has a tendency to take really odd pictures from really odd angles.  I might've included a few on here just as proof (of the activity...not my husband's photography skills ;)  and for kicks and giggles, but they didn't make the Facebook cut so I can't get to them right now.  Sorry, Honey!

Finally...the Easter Egg Hunt!  I'd love for my kids to stay in their lovely Easter clothes for the hunt too, but as they're so darn eager to get out of Sunday clothes (refer to previous story about having to drag Ezra back INTO his clothing post-church, pre-pictures), we all just have to live with more vagabond-looking offspring for event photos.   Oh well, c'est la vie.

Poor Oakie was so, so, so unhappy.  We had to wake him up from his nap for the egg hunt (it was 5:30pm! The kids were having a conniption having to wait so long) and he was NOT a happy camper!  His mood drastically improved after the kids showed him his candy.

Ok, friends, I think that's it for our Easter catch-up!  phew!

In other news, we have our first ultrasound on Friday and hopefully we'll get a peek at the gender.  So darn excited!!  I really have absolutely no idea if it's a girl or a boy.  Promise I'm not just being mean and withholding symptom information.  Each of my pregnancies have varied on different things, and it seems to have little gender correlation.  Anyway, I'll let you what our little tie-breaker baby is asap!


Hannah-girl said...

I vote girl! The boys are winning this race and I'd like a few more nieces to balance things out a bit. :) so, so excited for you!

The Easter catch-up is one of my favorite all year. I love me some egg-dying vagabonds.

Kim said...


And I think it's a boy;)

Felicia said...

I vote girl, for no other reason than you make such cute girls. (Your boys are cute, too, but you get what I mean.) Also, we never die eggs because there's not a single person in our family who want to eat them afterwards. I'm feeling a little lame about it, however, so maybe next year will be our year!