Happy Easter...

Our morning started off bright & early at 6 am. Scoobs' normal arise & shine hour {lucky me...we have a morning person}. I thought I heard him getting up & promptly tried to begin arousing Scot from his slumber {he is not so much a morning person}. 10 minutes later there was still no sign of Scoob so I thought maybe he was sleeping in {he'd been up very late the night before}...until we heard a loud bang. We jumped up to see what he was into, knowing that of course it was his Easter basket goodies. What a stink! He NEVER goes through the family room to get to our room...except Easter morning. He was thrilled with his little basket of goodies {thank you Target $1 section}.
We then headed off to church. I love 9 am church. Really. It's fantastic...with the exception that on this day we did not get our "usual" padded bench. That dang choir that was there to serenade us with it's beauty was also early & had managed to save every pew for their adoring fans {family} & left this chickee on a hard seat...8 months pregs with a 2-year-old racing cars along the metal chairs. awesome. I think he did provide some great entertainment. For those around us...my apologies. Seriously, I was ticked & actually a tad teary over it & decided there should be a new rule: If you are 7 months pregs or more you automatically get a bench seat. No questions asked. 3 hours is a long time of sitting.
Saturday night while Scot & I were on our date night he informed me that I was a lame Easter mom...and alas, it is true this year. For whatever reason, I completely missed the ball on any & all Easter festivities for the week. Blame it on the pregnancy. Blame it on the abysmal sleep habits of a certain 2-year-old. Blame it on sheer lameness, but I missed the boat. Scot insisted that we dye eggs...which is one tradition I probably would have skipped even if I was on the ball {we never did this growing up}. So we stopped at our beloved Target on our way home to pick up a Kung Fu Panda egg dying kit. And what this has to do with the resurrection of the Savior...I'm not certain. I told Scot that this was his baby...and he & Scoob were off. All I did was boil the eggs {which I had to look up how to online...lame}.
After naps & egg dying it was off to the family Easter dinner & egg hunt. Surprisingly, all the granddaughters showed up in the same color blue. Fancy that. And the boys...well the boys just showed up.
PS -- Lucy is missing due to a after church fit of sorts. I suppose 2 pm church for a 3-year-old is sometimes too much to handle. We love you goose & completely understand.
Scoob totally got it this year & made a haul of eggs with "tweets" inside. sweet. They will keep me company all week long.
Then it was time for the adult egg hunt. Always a big competition to be had for the big money egg. I knew I would be at a disadvantage, but I was ready to sacrifice & you know...throw my weight around. On your mark...Get Set...Wait...what?
Just the guys are doing the searching this year? Oh crap. {mind you...I still found Scot's egg for him}. What can I say, I have a hard time sitting on the sidelines.
The big money egg came down to these two losers & while Kev tried to pull a switch-a-roo Ryan walked away victoriously.
And while we realize this holiday isn't Christmas...Nana always has a little gift for the kiddos. Thanks mom!
PS: If you know my kiddos by name, that is probably because I like you. Please don't refer to them by name in your comments. Thanks!