Easter Shenanigans

March 28, 2016

Easter Shenanigans

This year's Easter was an Easter of the best of intentions. Which, coincidentally, seems to be a theme that my mothering and wifery have taken. I feel really guilty and depressed a lot of the time by all the things I want to be doing or know I should be doing, but just can't seem to get done. In regards to Easter though, it was going to be epic. We were going to do Easter bunny fun on Saturday morning. Then Sunday we would focus on the true meaning of Easter and make it more of a calm spiritual day. I had wanted to find a fun toddler lesson about the resurrection of Christ or of the atonement. I wanted to dye Easter eggs and do all sorts of fun crafts...

Baby sister had some other plans. Thursday night to Friday morning I was up almost all night with extremely painful cramping, back pain, and contractions. I ended up pacing the house a lot that night, all Friday was spent pretty miserably with continued cramping and other laboring woes. I didn't do much besides survive until Damon got home. I fell asleep almost as soon as Dame came in the door. He has been so great! More often than I'd like, he has to come home from work to no dinner, a messy house, a toddler who is really craving some fun parental attention, and an ornery, pregnant wife.

Anyways, I slept as Damon did dinner, played with Indie, got her ready for bed and picked up the house a bit. There was no time for egg dying, no talk of Easter bunny coming the next morning. No setting out a carrot for the bunny. I woke up and was a little overly devastated about it. (All labor pains had slowed until they disappeared all together.)

Saturday morning we had an Easter egg hunt at Damon's work. Indie was ecstatic. She was trying to hurry us out the door an hour before it was time.

It was freezing though as it had snowed that night. Indie slayed the egg hunt. The kids were split up into 3 different age categories and Indie still probably got more than any other kid there. She would pick up an egg, shake it to make sure there was something inside then put it in her basket.

They had pizza there for everyone, and sugar cookies that the kids could decorate. It was pretty fun, I was surprised at how many kids there were! Indie was uninterested in playing with any of them. I think she was obsessing a little bit too much over her egg basket and possible pint sized egg poachers.

The eggs had to ride with her...

We came home after a LONG day of errands and did a quick egg dyeing before bed. Which, she still had fun, but it wasn't the event I had envisioned for her.

Then she put some dried out carrots from the back of our fridge out for the Easter bunny. (I had failed to go to the store and get a lot of stuff I had wanted to for Easter weekend, a big juicy carrot being one of those items....or even some less dried and on the cusp of molding baby carrots would have done. Oh well.) Indie wanted to leave out one of her eggs for the Easter bunny to see.

Indie came and woke us up, WAY too early. Damon and I were zombies. She ran circles around us as we lazily got on our robes and came downstairs. At first Indie didn't realize the baskets had been filled and her hyper squeals turned into a sad little grunt of disappointment.

Then she looked closer and lit up again. She was obsessed with the Easter eggs. Not because they were filled with candy. Just the eggs themselves. She liked the surprise of opening them and seeing what was inside (Surprise egg videos on YouTube, anyone? She's obsessed.)

We did baskets for a while, Then Indie helped me make a bunny pancake breakfast.

I didn't get all the fun food things for this either. So it was a little touch and go, and disappointing. Indie liked putting the smiley faces on the bunnies though!

Her smiley faces are a bit abstract....

We didn't make it to church, I attempted a few times to talk to Indie about Christ in Gethsemane and the atonement and resurrection. But basically the closest spiritual experience we had Easter Sunday was throwing on MoTab on Pandora while I cleaned the kitchen. Fail.

Last minute we were invited to catch a ride with my cousin Brock and his wife Ruthanne to Orem,Utah for my family's Easter dinner. After much debating we decided to go. I would be so sad to miss out and not go, but I was also so nervous for two 3 hour car rides there and back at 39 weeks pregnant. It felt like it was death either way. One was a death of sadness and one was a death of being uncomfortable and possibly delivering a baby in a van. Apparently a van birth was the lesser of two evils. I'm so glad we went! Even though it was pretty uncomfortable and a little touch and go at points.

I was really happy to see Indie able to run around with her cousins. She's been asking for Phe-Phe and Lilo for a while now. Felt really good to be able to see her so happy. Here is some picture overload of them...