At Least There Was A Chocolate Bunny (or 3)!

I'm not sure what I expected this Easter to be. I was hoping it would touch me in some way I can't even explain. This probably doesn't happen to anyone else, and I know it's my own fault for letting myself get sucked up but the distractions of real life, but lately I've been feeling a little bit spiritually drained. Don't get me wrong, my faith is as strong as ever, but I find I've been craving one of those overwhelming spiritual experiences. Something that would be both cleansing and cathartic. Conference was wonderful, but it didn't happen then. A visit to the temple with my husband last week didn't do it. So I've just been moving forward, hoping something would trigger that experience. Typically Easter in general does that for me. I feel so overwhelmed with love and gratitude for my Savior I live close to the edge of that kind of overwhelming spiritual catharsis. Alas today was not that day. I'm still waiting for that experience. Maybe this week during a quiet scripture study or prayer alone. Maybe not. We'll see. It just wasn't today. It just seemed like any other Sunday albeit with new clothes and lots of candy. Don't think it was a bad Easter day. I mean afterall when there are chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps before breakfast, how bad can a day actually be?

Gideon (yes, those are his Christmas pj's) found his basket around 7:30 this morning. Actually the first thing he went after was something that caught his eye in Parker's basket. But I got him steered toward the right one pretty quickly. He was excited to find lots of fun stuff.

And then he noticed the eggs. He only saw one or two of them at first, but we gave him a few subtle hints and he eventually found all 18 the Easter bunny had hidden. Of course, he got very upset when I started cracking eggs and using them for our traditional breakfast of goldenrod. Naturally he didn't even touch his breakfast because by that time he'd had several peeps lots of bites of chocolate bunny and a few jelly beans. It was probably mean to take him to church & unleash him on the nursery leaders with that much of a sugar high, but we had to deal with him for the rest of the day so I don't feel too bad. That was only the break we got.

Parker doesn't really care too much. As long as she has something colorful enough to play with/chew on, she's really content.

If I were as talented or as ambitious as my mother or some of my sisters, I'd make my kids' Easter clothes. Or at least coordinate our look as a family. But I really feel like I'm doing well just to get new Easter things for both of them and myself. I did manage to pull that off, but as you'll see, we're really not coordinated. Oh well, I think we look cute anyway. Of course there's no picture of all of us together because one or the other always had to be behind the camera.

After surviving church with a very hyper boy, we went to Nana & Grandpa's house. Turns out the Easter bunny had visited there too. We spent the afternoon visiting with them and eating a delicious Easter dinner prepared by Nana herself.

The upside to the sugar high is that Gideon got no nap, but he was sound asleep by 7:30pm. So at least we had a nice quiet evening. I hope everyone else had an equally sucessful Easter.