The Hunt

It was Easter Sunday, I had prepared in advance; the girls' and my dresses were ironed, I had my mental list of all the things I needed to gather and take with us for the day ahead. Asia's pac 'n play, noise maker, blanket, monitors, booster sit, bib, spare nappies, kitchen sink...well that's what it feels like sometimes. On top of it being a longer day, it was also meant to be an earlier start. Breakfast before church and trying to get all three kids ready on my own, as James had had to leave even earlier for his music practice.

Of course nothing goes as planned and everything that could go wrong did. I had to do more ironing, could not find matching socks for the girls, or cardigans, I snagged my tights on the Velcro on Arran's sneakers as I was reaching past him to strap Bryttain into her car seat, all of which meant we missed the breakfast, but made it just in time for the first song - oh dear.

From then on though, I am glad to report that things did improve. The weather was great and the kids had such fun hunting for eggs. Arran was so serious about it this year, and Bryttain never lets anything stop her anyway (especially if there is candy involved). Asia got right into the swing of it and totally amazed me. They were all so adorable.

After a great lunch at our pastor and wife's house, the kids had another egg hunt and bagged even more goodies. They had so much fun and were fully able to appreciate the real meaning of Easter...candy-filled eggs, right?!