Easter happened. It was great!

The stress of finals and classes and life is very overwhelming right now, but I know my faithful followers are DYING to see some pictures of how much my kids have changed since last month. I feel really behind on posting since I haven't even been able to let you know how much fun we had on our Spring Break Stay-cation (translate: making up activities close to home when you can't afford to go anywhere).


Since I'm too tired, overwhelmed, tired, stressed, tired, etc to catch up on blogging, here are just a few pics from the past two days. We went to Logan to celebrate my bro in law getting tenure (translate: what happens when you are a professor and you've worked super hard and nearly killed your family for seven years.) My cute niece played her bass in church today for a musical number, then we had Easter dinner with the crew. The number of pictures I post will directly correlate with my fatigue level.


Digging into the baskets on Saturday before we left town. I made the baskets--another 'fun' story that I should blog about one of these stress-free days.


Aunt Jen's color coded egg hunt--everyone hunted for the same color, everyone got the same amount, and they were filled specifically for that kid. I can only hope to be so organized and with it one day.


Jen and I made an M&M carrot on her hand while my dad was desperately trying to have a serious conversation. *snigger, snigger*


Because I'm sensitive to a 13 year old's sense of self worth, I'll only blog about the story behind this picture when Rachel gives me permission.


Leah had a bit of attitude on Sunday morning. We are trying to tackle an anxiety disorder here, and I'll be the first to say that I have no clue how to help her. 

Finally! They let me take their pictures, but only if they could sit on Aunt Jen's yoga ball. These super pretty dresses are from their Grammie in California. She outfitted them from dress to glove to necklace for Easter. They were so cute...really, really cute. I love having two little girls. They come with a bit of drama, though. Thank you, Grammie Jo!!!

Yep, too tired to post more.

Comments

Jennifer Walker said…
It was fun and I'm so glad we could share the holiday together--thanks for making the journey up here. I know you're tired, but every blog post is a joy--really!
April 25, 2011 at 6:39 PM
Jacob said…
Wish we could have been there. I'm for sure coming up (and maybe even Ka) for the graduation. See ya'll soon!
April 26, 2011 at 10:53 PM
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