Aaaah, Holidays. A time to try to instill in my children that there is a true meaning to fat bearded centenarians and bunnies who somehow produce eggs. There’s a lot of explaining in my house.
This year we was no different. It started out with an Easter Egg Hunt at the Holly Ridge Center. The HRC is the Early Intervention program that Abby goes to (or will as she gets older, they mostly just come to our house now). Casey went through their program, so we know most of the people there. So we took all of the kids to this family day.
( Is that not the creepiest bunny you’ve ever seen in your life? They used it for a party for special needs kids! Someone should have thought that through. It looks like it’s going to take a chunk out of Abby’s head. )
We told them on the way there that there were going to be a lot of little kids with special needs and that the they needed to be big helpers. So while we were there Carter didn’t take a single egg for himself. He went around reaching eggs that were too high for little kids and just basically being the sweet kid that he is. Casey comes by and his easter basket is so freaking full that he can’t fit any more eggs in it. Tenatively, and scared of a meltdown, I asked Casey if he’d share his eggs with Carter, who didn’t have any. So Casey took his basket, lifted it up and happily gave Carter HALF of his eggs. My heart gushed happy faced pride. So then Carter took his basket and started laying out some of those eggs for the little kids to find again. Again, gushing. Without knowing what the other was doing, Casey came behind Carter and picked up all the eggs as he hid them.
|Easter breakfast, yes, on the floor.|
So on Sunday morning we’re trying to explain to the kids about Jesus’ resurrection. We told them that after three days after he died, he came back to life. And yes, this turned into a conversation about how it really wasn’t the same thing as zombies, but the point was lost on them. They spent the next hour pretending Casey was a zombie and shooting him with their nerf guns that they got in their Easter baskets. Instead of baby pillow pets because they were sold out. So they got weapons. On Easter. Good mothering.
But backing up, if you look at the picture of the Easter bunny they had seen the day before, of COURSE they put together Easter and zombies.
7 thoughts on “Easter in not about Zombies.”
Hahahaha, that's awesome! (And if you were as awesome of a mother as I am, Abby would've been IN the booster seat thing when it fell to the floor like that. For real. That actually happened to Christian when he was about 10 months old. Got a concussion, even.)
That easter bunny is the freaking scariest thing I think I have ever seen….seriously! On a happy note, that pic of you and Abbo is GORGEOUS! Hello to my absolutely beautiful sister!
Lexi check out Angie as the Easter Bunny on my blog. amyalineevans.blogspot.comPS you look soooooper hot.
Umm…yes that bunny is frightening.Yes, you do look suuuuppppppppeeeerrrrrrrr hot!Weapons on Easter is appropriate so they can shoot the zombies that are inevitable!
Amy only wrote that so you would read her blog. (Mine is better- and funnier… she just complains a lot… tysonjprice.blogspot.com)
this post made me so happy! Creepy Bunny+Zombies+cute kids– this is my kind of post!
This post is awesome! First of all that picture of all your kids is so cute! I can't believe how much Carter looks like Lance, and Casey and Peyton are so handsome! Not to mention Abby is smiling so cute! So funny and cute about Carter and Casey. So sweet! And, and you look so great! Happy Easter!!