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Easter 2012!

There’s just something about Easter isn’t there?  We had the best weekend!  Friday Emerson had a sleepover at a friend’s house (is my baby girl really old enough for sleepovers?!) so Cole and his Daddy and I had a nice date.  It involved a trip to Target and the Sport’s Authority where Cole insisted he, Baby, really did need a new pair of shoes!  Then off to dinner at Geno’s and home to a movie.  It’s always nice to be one-on-one with our son (or daughter) and we don’t do it often enough.  Note to self . . . schedule dates with your kids while they still want to spend time with us!

Saturday was the annual Easter egg hunt at our church.  Actually, it should be called the Easter egg scramble.  It takes volunteers hours to stuff the plastic eggs with candy, an hour or so to stake and rope off the different age groups and then an hour or so to spread the eggs from the back of a 4-wheeler.  All of this is done on the muddy back fields behind our church.  Then the horn blows and hours of work winds up in a two and a half minute dash to pick up hundreds if not thousands of eggs.  The event is rounded out by a petting zoo (love the lama), jumping castle and hot dogs.  Fun, fun, fun, but talk about a muddy mess!  I was glad I had worn my rubber boots!

Jeff and I joined our church’s Jack-n-Jill softball team this year.  Now, let me say that a few moons ago when I was in law school I played in the Gonzaga intramural co-ed softball league.  And we won.  Like every year.  We were good.  Like really, really good!  So, though it is 17 years later, I thought, “Yeah, let’s do this!  I am an athlete (ok, a little past her prime, but I an athlete at some point in my life as I recall) and I can hit the ball so let’s play!”  So, Saturday after the egg hunt we had our first practice.  My mother-in-law suggested we make sure we didn’t break anything at practice!  To my credit, I still have some big batting left in me.  I was happy to connect with the ball and actually had some good hits.  I caught a few, but dropped more than I caught (I blamed it on the new softball glove which was the reason for the visit to the Sport’s Authority the evening before).  And throwing, well don’t get me started.  I truly throw like a girl.  And running . . . well, I’d hesitate to call what I did “running” the bases.  You know how it is when you feel like you are running in sand or under water in a dream?  Well, that’s what it felt like during the practice.  So, we get home and I am a bit sore.  Warming up and stretching?  Who needs that?  Well, it wasn’t until 4:30 am this morning when Cole called for me after awaking from a bad dream that I realized how important warming-up and stretching might be.  I jumped out of bed and thought I was going to fall flat on my face.  My legs and back hurt so bad I thought I was going to die!  So I hobbled my way to his room and comforted him then hobbled back to our room and crawled back into bed hoping muy pitiful whimpering didn’t wake Jeff.  Not much better three hours later at 7:30 am when the alarm went off.  So, I got up, still whimpering, took three Advil and muscled my way into pumps and my Easter finery.  Man alive, I am too old for softball.  I am hopeful it will get better as the season goes on!

But I digress so back to Saturday . . . after softball practice, we came home to family gathered for the annual Easter egg dying party.  Grandma Barb cooked 18 dozen hard boiled eggs for the 8 grandchildren gathered for the event.  The kids had a blast for quite some time dying, coloring, shrink wrapping and generally decorating all those eggs.  Then a yummy dinner and some hanging out time.  The weather was nice enough for the kids to get outside and play hide-and-go-seek, tag and more.  Ah, remember those days of the sheer joy of warmer Spring weather as a kid and getting out and running around?  They had a blast!  I sat and felt my body get more and more stiff and sore!

So this morning (after I could get the old body moving again), the kiddos found the Easter baskets left by the Easter bunny.  Just like a mini-Christmas morning.  Then we were off to church.  I love the Easter pageantry.  The worship team rocked with a horn section and some awesome music.  As always a joy to celebrate the true reason for the season . . . just like Christmas.  Then it was back to our house for brunch for 15 people.  Yummy food and another opportunity to hang out with family while the kids go outside for an egg hunt.  Then, after everyone had gone, off came the Easter finery including those darn pumps and into sweats all four of us settled on the couch to watch a movie the Easter bunny brought the kids.  I am not sure I made it through the opening credits.  So, I napped while the kids and Jeff watched the movie then went outside to play.

Cool of all cool, Cole learned how to ride his bike without the training wheels today!  Poor Jeff had to do a lot of running behind, but he did it!  We are so proud of him!  Then Emerson came in and played a rousing game of Scrabble with me, and she almost beat me with a little help from Daddy when he came back inside.  After that we went out seeking dinner.  In case you weren’t aware of this, not many restaurants are open on Easter.  So, we ended up at Famous Ed’s.  It was quite good and you gotta love those Sonnenberg’s sausage bites.  I also highly recommend the Cobb salad – yummy!

All-in-all, a great Easter weekend, sore body and all!  So, the kids are back to school tomorrow and we’ll settle into our Spring schedule – soccer practices and games, karate classes, play dates and all that fun stuff.  Hard to believe, but Summer is only a couple of months away.  Phew, I’d better get to bed and rest up to recover from this holiday weekend!

Have a great week everyone!

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