On Easter

Our Easter weekend was superb.  The kind of weekend that makes me ready for summer and no schedule and long days and no schedule and Otter Pops and no schedule. In fact, when the alarm went off this morning I moaned and groaned and told Spencer that I would be withdrawing Brynlee from school that very day because I was sick and tired of having to enforce a morning routine. He said it sounded reasonable, shut off the alarm and pulled the blankets over his head. Responsible parenthood is the pits. Especially during the early morning hours.
Anyway, Easter.

On Saturday: we braved the morning’s wind to search for candy filled eggs at the neighborhood easter egg hunt//decorated and colored eggs//spent the afternoon at the sledding hill racing our hard boiled eggs//it was decided that the easter egg race winner got to pick where we got dessert//ended up at kiwi loco, brynlee’s choice//ran a few last minute errands for the easter bunny//and wrapped up Saturday evening with some major sugar induced pregnancy nausea.

On Sunday: remembered the real meaning of easter//taught adorable 3&4 year olds the easter story//let my heart rejoice when jace retold the story when asked why we celebrate easter//snapped a quick picture of the kiddos in their sunday easter clothes before they ran off to find what the bunny had left them//a basket full of summer goodies for the kiddos//new patio furniture cushions for me and a leaf blower/vacuum/mulcher for Spence//realized that the easter bunny is super practical//dutch oven potatoes and bbq chicken for easter dinner//it tasted like summer//naps in shifts and playing outside until we were all kissed red by the sun’s rays

Easter weekend in a sappy review: The last few weekends have been perfect reminders that I’m living in my heaven on earth. This is my paradise; my family, my life. And it makes me so happy. I am so blessed.

Easter weekend in pictures:

The Post-it Notes: Had a Bad Day

The “a” key on my laptop sticks. As does the q,w,z,x and the number buttons 1-5. Aaaaannnnnnd so does the shift, caps lock and tab key. Actually almost every key on the left hand side of my keyboard are now sticky. Typing is now a much bigger workout for my left hand than it is for my right hand. Poor left hand, it gets tired.

I blame it on the glass of grape sparkling cider that yours truly gracefully spilt on my laptop earlier this month. Mainly because, well that’s what caused it.

[sidenote: "Yours truly"??  What exactly does that mean?  What if I'm not being true?  "Yours white lyingly"  "Yours just kidding"  "Yours ha!, had you going there".]

[continuing on]

My computer during surgery.

Thankfully after a little open heart surgery Spencer was able to revive my laptop. The hard drive survived, as did the memory, and all the other important feature of my electronic BFF. But it has some very obvious battle wounds like, you know, the sticky keys. 

The sparkling cider incident happened the same day that I got into a little fender bender with a big bright yellow pole that snuck behind my van when I wasn’t looking. Jerk.

Which was also the same day that I got a flat tire.

Which, incidentally, was also the same day that I discovered that I. Am. Awesome.

Errr…not!

The end.

Smells like Sunshine

Yesterday, we let the fire burn out in the fireplace, and left the sliding glass door open.

We went on bike rides and neighborhood walks.

And ran around barefoot all afternoon.
Spencer mowed the lawn while I brought out the patio furniture
and washed away winter dust from outdoor décor.

We grilled chicken for dinner and the kids celebrated childhood

by jumping in a swimming pool full of lawn clippings.

The weather is changing friends.

And it feels so good!

The Post-it Notes: Sari’s Birthday Party

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