Easter

Yes, these are our beautiful children. All 18 of them. : ) The twins, you will notice, refused to look up when I tried to take their pictures recently, so here you go. This is as good as it gets. Oh, and please disregard the piece of dry toast in the Binky's grubby little paw. Of course, we usually serve him organically grown, naturally salt-and-sugar-free fruits and vegetables, prepared lovingly by his devoted Mama. He never has fruit snacks and cheerios thrown at him like other children. "Have fun foraging in the old playpen, kid! Ha ha ha!" Not us. No sirree! : ) There are 2 pix of our baby Lincoln, only because he is so very, very cute! : ) He has this habit lately of laying on his back, and hugging his feet and giggling. So cute! He's my little Easter egg.

This has been a fun Easter. Yesterday we went to an Easter egg hunt at the city park. It was all right, but way too early for my taste, and rather cold. There were age groups, which was okay, but the kids were sectioned off like so many cattle, and it wasn't really a 'hunt', because nothing was hidden. All the candy was thrown out on the grass in plain sight, so it was more of a free-for- all than a magical easter egg hunt. I was probably just in a bad mood because I had to get up crazy early after staying up ridiculously late the night before. But hey, that's the way it goes. Eric got a job at the Carmike 12 movie theater down the street. His first 'day' at work he was scheduled till midnight, Laena also worked sort of late, and Clint and Tommy were over at a friends house till after 10:30. Perhaps I should mention that I do not do well without sleep. : ) Ha ha, chuckle.

Saturday night we colored eggs and had our own Easter egg hunt here at the house. Tommy hid the brightly colored, plastic candy-filled eggs, and the 3 little ones tried to find them. It was fun watching them run around the yard. The baby didn't really care that much about the eggs, he was just excited to be outside. : ) We had traditional 'cardboard' pizza (frozen from the store) for dinner, watched the movie Enchanted, (which was rather enchanting) and slept late this morning. Thankfully Laena got off work early last night, and we didn't have church until one. I won't astound and disturb you with the fiasco that was my 4 and 5 year old Primary class this afternoon. Suffice it to say that 2 or 3 of my sweet little girls decided to be . . puppies, and stayed in character pretty much the entire time. Between barking, they occasionally acknowledged my existence long enough to ask for jelly beans, which I had promised to give them at the end of class. Sigh. It is my opinion that there was an astonishing amount of sugar consumed by the children in our neighborhood this morning. Enough to drive several very well meaning adults to the brink of insanity. I was speechless with shock at the unbelievable lack of decorum, the fidgeting, the talking, the complete absence of . . . respect. Nothing like that ever happened when I was a kid. When we were young, kids were kids, grown ups were grown ups, and if a child happened to get out of line, which didn't happen very often, said child was promptly swatted on the tush, and usually didn't give the adults in the room any more trouble after that, because we knew our place. They were in charge. We were not. Period. Not so anymore. At least not today. . . absolutely mind boggling the craziness parents and teachers have to put up with these days. It's downright ridiculous.

Anyway, I'll quit babbling on about that. After church, my husband Charlie served up a lovely spiral cut, honey glazed ham for Sunday dinner. Easter dinner, I should say. He had ducked home in the middle of church to pop it in the oven. He's a good man, that Charlie Brown. : ) We made rolls and potatoes etc. It was very nice. Hmmm. Smile. I've been very excited about Easter this year. I always get worked up over holidays. After a recent fit of exultation, I sent out Easter cards/letters this year. Thought I'd switch it up a bit. It was fun, but exhausting. Don't know if I'll do it again. I'm still burnt out from doing Christmas cards this past year. What a blinking chore. I get all excited to take pictures and put a correspondence together. . . But when all is said and done, when all the letters are in the mail, I'm so tired, I don't want to see another sticker or stamp for at least . . a decade. It is fun, but so dang time-consuming. Who has the patience? Not me! Or I suppose I should say 'Not I!'

Who cares? Not me! : )

That's right, Baby! I'm signing off! I'm gonna take me a nap, and there will be no guilty. . . anything. No guilt associated. Sweet slumber, here I come! Contented sigh. . gentle snort, snore . . . ZZzzzzzzzzz.