Easter Morning

Waking up to the sun shining and birds chirping early Easter morning certainly isn’t a bad way to start the day. I made coffee, cleaned the house, baked cinnamon rolls, altered a dress all before 8 am. For the first time in 13 years, there was not a child in the house for a holiday morning.

Although the quiet was nice and I was proud of my accomplishments, chaos ensued at precisely 9am. The kids spent the weekend with their dad and per our agreement, they were to be home in time to collect their Easter eggs and baskets and get ready for 10:30 Mass.

Layla was overwhelmed with the whole Easter thing by the time she walked in the door. I missed that girl like crazy, but it was a little more difficult attending to the other kids as she clung to my arms and legs. After Alex so kindly pointed out where all the Easter baskets were hidden, I got a quick picture of them all before the meltdowns ensued. With Layla being the littlest at 2, I thought it would only be fair to let her begin the Easter Egg hunt first. I asked the older kids to avoid the “easy” eggs so her hunt could be fun.

Apparently, I did not understand the seriousness of this Easter egg hunt. Layla get to the yard first, but since she didn’t want to leave my side, she wasn’t all that interested in the actual hunting. Alex took this as an open invitation to all the eggs he could get his hands on. Within 30 seconds, the hunt was pretty much over and the majority of the eggs in Alex’s basket. Of course this would be the time Layla decided she wanted to gather eggs.
Politely I asked Alex to put a handful of eggs back out for Layla. Alex wasn’t fast enough in compling with my request for Grace’s liking. Before I could even get all the words out of my mouth, Grace hit the bottom of Alex’s basket sending the eggs flying every which way. Layla was delighted. Alex was ticked.

In seconds Alex had Grace’s hair wrapped around his hand and was quickly and viciously bringing her down to the ground. The table and chair surrounding her was just a bonus for her head and back and legs to hit on the way down.
Nothing says “Praise the Lord” like a knock-down drag out fight over some plastic Easter Eggs.

Once we all recovered from that escapade, we managed to get ready for a lovely Easter mass and pictures at the park. I threatened the children with their lives if they did not cooperate for pictures.

They definitely broke out their halos for these beauties!