Egg

How often do you get to experience your first Easter? Exactly, just once. So we had to do a little egg dying on Saturday to commemorate the occasion.

We started out letting them take part in the action but it quickly became a wrestling match between parents and the cup-coveting boys.

So into the high chairs they went. It was a power play on Sean and my part.

We asked them if they wanted to use this or that color to dye their eggs and, so agreeably, they never said no!

Dash's very own egg!

Liam's very own egg!

Then on Sunday, we did an Easter egg hunt! We hid them in plain sight in the middle of the rug and they found them. So smart.

"mmph, iht dohen't fiht ihn my mouh"

I think Dash is giving the egg one of his kisses.

Liam considers if maybe this one will fit in his mouth.

Dash wants to share his egg. That's the Easter spirit!

This Easter didn't quite end up how I expected. The boys had some adorable plaid shirts on and I was so excited to take their pictures in them. But wouldn't you know it, Liam somehow doused his with water and Dash had his first blowout in three months. Plus, my poor husband finally had his turn getting sick so he was down for the count most of the day. I, after doing some yard work during nap time, was too tired to make a nice meal so we just had leftovers. No, Easter day wasn't the lovely affair I imagined.

But I did get to teach Liam and Dash how Christ died for us so that we can return to live with Heavenly Father again. And because of His sacrifice, we can be together as a family forever. With that in mind as we played together and giggled and loved each other, Easter really did turn out just wonderfully.