Happy Easter!
After many years of last-minute-holy-crap-tomorrow is Easter planning, we finally had a last-minute-holy-crap-this week is Easter year. We're making progress!!! This was most likely due to my wife being home for spring break. After dying Easter eggs on Saturday night we put the kids to bed at the reasonable hour of 10 o'clock. Morning came quickly -too quickly for some (I'm not going to name names [as my wife points in my general direction...] Why are you doing that? Stop it! What? It's me? Whatever...), and we all headed off to church. That is Chiara and the boys headed off to church, while I was given a laundry list of things-to-do-
in-the-next-five-minutes-so-that-you-won't-be-late-
for-church-but-I'm-going-separately-so-that-I'm-not- late-just-in-case-the-laundry-list-takes-longer-
to-do-okay-see-you-bye! (Sorry for the dashes and the run-on sentence, but that's how I receive tasks and information most of the time.)
Tick-tock, tick-tock, my cell phone rings...
Me: Hello?
Sweetie: Hi-I-forgot-to-grab-the-checkbook-on-
my-way-out-so-would-you-bring-it-with-
you-when-you-come-because-I-couldn't-
find-the-checkbook-and-I-didn't-want-
to-be-late-for-church-so-would-you-bring-
the-checkbook-thanks-oh-and-would-you-also-
get-online-and-find-out-what-our-account-
balance-is-so-that-I-know-how-much-to-
write-the-check-out-for-and-don't-be-late-
I'll-see-you-in-two-minutes-k-bye.
Thirty-five minutes later, I arrive at church...
We had a good meeting that consisted of my wife substitute teaching in Primary. While she taught a lesson to 10 five year-olds that she had planned 10 minutes previously, I
We came home and I supervised the boys while they napped (that is to say that I napped while they were napping) while Chiara got busy in the kitchen.
...I'm soaring through the clouds in the helicopter I just bought...
LINDELL'S HERE!!!
Oh... the kids are up, time for my nap supervision to end. I visited with my friend while Chiara finished up in the kitchen. Eppie and Papa came to over and we had a lovely ham dinner. I must say I've really outdone myself. I married a great cook!
After dinner, the women-folk cleaned up, while the men-folk did the manly job of going into the back yard to play Easter Bunny. Once the Easter bunny [holding up fingers like quotes] left, we let the boys out into the yard to go on an egg hunt. (Just to clarify, the women-folk had finished their cleaning by this time and had joined back up with us men-folk).
As you can see, the boys have a very different understanding of what an Easter egg hunt is supposed to be.
After the hunt was over, Kenny decided that he had had so much fun with the first hunt, he needed to have a second one. I told him that while that sound fun, it wasn't a good idea, because once his eggs were on the ground it was fair game for Nathan to pick them up. Of course Kenny had a perfect understanding of what I had said and followed my logic completely...
Five minutes later Kenny is shrieking at the top of his lungs, screaming in hysterics, because Nathan is taking his eggs. Now I must explain that Nathan is not actually taking eggs out of Kenny's basket the way a mischievous three year-old would, he's simply fulfilling the "hunt" part of the second Easter egg hunt that Kenny has decided to host -with his eggs -out of his basket -for him and HIM ONLY to hunt. So much for logic and reason...
After getting Kenny to contain his outrage of the horrible injustice that had just occurred, Mommy rejected capitalism completely and took all the eggs from both the boys and divided them up evenly. This process was done three separate times because a certain five year can spot a communist plot for what it is, and took it upon himself to assist in the process. (One for me, one for you. Two for me, one for you. One for me, one for me. etc...) Finally getting the eggs distributed evenly, we thought the chaos was over...
Easter Egg Hunt, Round 3
Hosted by: Kenny -one who cannot listen to grown-ups, EVER!
Hosted by: Kenny -one who cannot listen to grown-ups, EVER!
This time Daddy and Papa got in on the action, charging in on the "hunt" from opposite sides of the field. Poor little Kenny stood in the middle, frozen with terror, desperately hoping to split himself in two so he could protect his precious eggs from the giant vermin that were attacking. Papa got one, and Daddy got three. It was a bad hunt for Kenny.
Communism once again took hold and the eggs were distributed evenly, and before a little boy who could not listen had a chance to start another egg hunt, we quickly rushed everyone inside.
(It is of note that somehow, even with the immediate rushing of everybody inside, Kenny still managed to host another egg hunt in which Kenny got all of the eggs, except for the three that Daddy got. He was giddy and gleeful that he had finally won. Kenny had more eggs than daddy. In his words, "Daddy only has three of my eggs, and I have all rest of the eggs!" Even though this arrangement just didn't seem quite right with him, it must be correct since it was his reasoning. Kenny was both perplexed and happy.)
Once inside, all the contents of the platics eggs were emptied in to baggies before the eggs were sent into banishment for another year. I HATE PLASTIC EGGS!!! During the next five minutes, the boy that takes an hour to eat three bites of dinner consumed more than half of his Easter booty. Nathan had two.
After company left, the boys went to bed, and went to bed, and went to bed, and went to bed, and finally went to bed -around 10 o'clock.
Happy Easter!!!
2 comments:
That video was cute! Thanks for taping it so we could watch!
In case it wasn't clear, this post was done by me. Chiara started it by uploading the pics, so it's in her name...
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