'Twas the night before Easter and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Except Mom, who was doing laundry, ironing, and practicing the piano. Saturday was a super busy but productive day. We did pretty well keeping the focus of Easter about what we believe. Everyone was excited to prepare for Resurrection Day.
Bob and I tag teamed this morning. I got (chose) book sale duty. Our 4-H club collected and sold books by donation as a service project.
Do you know how to spell T.E.M.P.T.A.T.I.O.N.?
Being in this room was a true test of my book fast resolve.
Especially when I sat across from this pile and realized I had donated almost all of them. Some I never read. So what if they sat on my shelf for 8 years...
Full disclosure means I must show you what I did procure.
Several copies of the same book that we may use for science next year.
Meanwhile, Bob chose (got) Easter egg hunt duty.
God bless that man.
We let Joshua join in with the younger kids because that was a better fit for him. We were afraid he might get trampled in the big kid hunt. Another first for him and he enjoyed every minute of it.
Children who share tickle the soft spot in a parent's heart.
Can you see why I chose the book sale?
Am I crazy or does that bunny look demented?
After the book sale/egg hunt, we hung around
the school gym to watch Gary the Clown perform.
Our town has sponsored this free performance for as long as I can remember.
I wasn't sure if Joshua or the little boys knew what a clown was.
Young and old completely mesmerized.
Watching a clown juggle and make magic never grows old.
Part of the routine includes grabbing audience volunteers.
Up on the shoulders he goes.
Ascending the ladder with the tall unicycle in hand.
Launched with a great big smile. At this point, Bob and I looked at each other and wondered if his heart was going to be alright. Seriously.
His heart was just fine.
Preparing for the dismount.
Mighty fine.
Once we got home, Easter preparations began in earnest.
First up was haircuts.
Who can resist blackmail pics of half done heads?
All cleaned up leaving curls all over the floor.
Brushing out the hair before the cut.
What's a matter Trey?
Got a little hair in there?
And the award for the worst haircut goes to.....Micah. After I gave him a trim, he managed to shear himself resulting in damage control. This picture is after I attempted to right the wrong. Thankful that hair grows.
There's one in every crowd.
The day ended sharing our Resurrection Cake with dear friends. The kids all recited Bible verses that were on their hearts and we talked about the true meaning of Easter, discovering that Jesus is alive forever.
Egg Eyes
