This Easter was so much fun. I was disappointed we couldn't be with any family as my memories go back to childhood Easters with all of my cousins around, but it gave us a chance to start some traditions on our own with the boys.
I don't remember what we did for last Easter. Maybe my parents came to see us? I should really remember these things. The boys were still babies, though, so we didn't do anything special for them.
We dyed eggs. It was fun and messy. We have yellow streaks on our carpet under the table now, but hey, we're renting so oh well.
I felt very un-Oscarson setting out baskets without big bows on them, but they're for 2 year old boys. They went for the chocolate bunnies first, but the Play Doh and the soft baseballs have been the enduring (for 4 days) favorites. Yesterday Sam asked me for some more candy. I told him we only had it on Easter and he said, "Oh, man! I want Easter to come again!"
While we missed our family, we are so grateful for our own boys and the blessing of enjoying Easter with them and teaching them about it. They know it's when "Jesus got hurt, but now he's all better!" That's a start.
In church, Michael sang - belted - "He Is Risen" and "Christ the Lord is Risen Today." He held out the final notes a little too long with his arms outstretched like a choir director and had a solo for a few seconds. Everyone laughed. He loves singing and was so excited to sing some songs he knew. I don't have the heart to tell him to be quiet.
We hope everybody had a great Eater!
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