easter easter!

It's easter Sunday.  12:16 PM.  Here's how we've celebrated today, so far.

A few days ago, we colored eggs.  You can see photos of those eggs here.

The Easter Bunny came to visit last night.  I don't have photos of that.  Ridge got a mega blocks truck that has a few mega blocks, not many, bc Sawyer has a gajillion, and bc we don't need any toys.  Sawyer got lots of candy and Silly Putty-- two colors of Silly Putty...which he promptly mixed together against my instructions.

We tried to go to church. We got all dressed and ready, pictures later, i don't have energy to upload them now.  Everyone looked snazzy.  We got to church, fellowshipped a bit, enjoyed seeing everyone, enjoyed singing hymns about the risen Savior....then Sawyer couldn't be still.  couldn't be quiet.  so we went for a walk, me and the boy, and had a talk, me and the boy, about being quieter in church.  during said talk he sits down and a strange odor permeates the area.  time for him to try to potty. i'm exasperated by now.  he won't potty.  we go back to the church service.  sawyer is better behaved.  ridge starts to cry. brandon takes baby out trying to get him to sleep.  the message begins.  all things go quiet.  except....for the loud RIPPING sound coming from sawyer's backside.  It was NOT his pants ripping.  I quickly remove him from the room, and now all four of us are in the foyer area.  Ugh. it was a disaster.  So we left early.  It was a downer for me, I was ready to be back at church w/ our friends, our church family. I'm sure it's funny.  But it isn't right now.  I left out the best part-- me catching Sawyer with his finger in his undies TWICE, "checking for poop."  WHAT? who the heck taught him THAT nasty move?  dis.gust.ing.


The Easter Bunny hid Easter Eggs while I finished making lunch. We shall go find them a little later. 

Lunch....here's the best part about spending holidays alone.  Granted, home cookin' from our mommas and grammies would be best, or if i had enough energy to make a big meal, that'd be great too...BUT here's the greatest thing ever.  I'm married to a country boy. Not that I'm a big city girl, myself, but moreso than my spouse (obviously I'm more of a girl than him, I mean the big city part).  ANYWAY, he loooooved beans and cornbread. I like it so so, but it's not my fave, and I'd never pick to have that.  SO we rarely have it.  But bring on his birthday, or Christmas, or Easter...and that's what he's gonna ask for.  So what normally would be in our reserves for poorer times in life are reserved for holidays.  AT least for this season in our life. And that's perfect with me.  Easy easy stuff.  Plus Sawyer wanted brownies for dessert, so I made those...and no one was in here, so I took a spatula to the extra batter and did away with that all on my own.  It was necessary.

this afternoon brings hunting of eggs and planting of flowers and a garden.  wahoo.  happy easter, world.