Easter Weekend

Good Friday we went to my mom's for dinner and painted eggs.  I bought some cool neon stuff where you put a few drops of paint in a plastic bag and jostle it around in there.  This was great because Toby could do it:

But we also did it the old school way:

Overall, a good effort:

Then we ditched the kids there and didn't pick them back up until Sunday morning before church.  BEST. IDEA. EVER.

And here we are reunited again Sunday morning:

I don't know who Blue is trying to fool with this pose.  He must not know that I tell all his stories on the internet.  

At church we had a breakfast and then an egg hunt.  I didn't even have to coach Toby. He went right over to an egg and dropped it in his basket! (He then promptly tossed it out.  But that's so not the point.) He liked throwing them in:


My other hunters:

After church it was cleaning and cooking time because we hosted a family from Blue's tee ball team for dinner, but we did take a break from that to do Easter Baskets and a little at-home hunt.

I decided to designate one color for Toby (orange).  This meant that Toby could get any kind of egg he wanted but the other boys could not touch the orange eggs.  Toby's eggs had mini marshmallows and raisins in them.  The majority of the other eggs had dimes and quarters.  (They got enough candy at my mom's and church.) 

Here they are, supposed to be ready to go, but Toby's already tossed down his basket and is ignoring an orange egg.  Oh well.

He did, eventually, with my help, get all his orange eggs, and even, fully on his own, found an egg that Kaden overlooked.  He shook it, didn't seem to care for the sound it made (it was a money egg) and promptly tossed it back on the ground for another brother to fetch.

Afterwards, Toby got to snack but the big boys only got to inspect and count:


Yes, we do the baskets and the candy and the bunnies and all the silliness.

(These bunnies are the ones I've kept from my Easter baskets of the past.)

But in the van on the way from church we had a conversation:  

I said, "What's more powerful Jesus or an elephant?" (Jesus!)  

I said, "What's more powerful Jesus or a big truck?" (Jesus!)

I said, "What's more powerful Jesus or a tornado?"  Kaden wavered here and I reminded him about the story of Jesus calming the storm and if he can control weather, he is more powerful than any kind of weather.  (Jesus!)

I said, "What's more powerful Jesus or death?" They didn't waver.

We may have sugared and pastelled it up,(because we attach sugar and special colors to any holiday), but they know what the hoopla celebrates:  He is risen! The tomb is empty. Jesus is more powerful than death.  They get that.

Comments

[Jenny]

I love your ideas! the money eggs and the color designated for Toby! I wish I had thought of that!

[Marissa]

Cutie pies!!!!!!!!!!