As I mentioned in my last post, Jonathan was literally showered with gifts for Easter this year. My youngest sister, Melissa, called on Thursday and told me she was sending a big box of Easter stuff. We had a lot planned for Saturday, so I assumed we would be gone when the mail arrived as it's always delivered in the afternoon. I planned to set it out the next morning with the Easter bunny's basket. Imagine my surprise when, for the first time in the entire seven years we have lived in our house, the mail was delivered at 8:45 a.m.! Jonathan was so excited; there was no way I could make him wait to open it.
Some pictures of the loot (and, yes, he's still into Spongebob. I've tried to fight it but it's a fight that I am desperately losing):
On Easter day, we attended church with Bryan's family. Jonathan made it to the beginning of the sermon before I had to remove him from the sanctuary. Easter morning is a recipe for disaster--load a kid up with candy and then expect him to be quiet for an hour. Yeah, right. I did, however, get to participate in the singing of "Up From the Grave He Arose" (although I don't think it's actually called that in the hymnal at Immanuel) and that made me happy. (Side note to Kara: I could not stop thinking about your country-fied lyrics from Friday night. "Victory in Jesus" will never sound the same to me again!). I then enjoyed "Shrek 2" while Bryan and the rest of the fam had communion. Such is the life as the mother of a three year old.
After church, we had lunch at my MIL's house. My SIL's mother made the most heavenly lemon cheesecake EVER. After stuffing ourselves to the gills we retired to the backyard so Jonathan and Aiden could hunt Easter eggs. Pat also fixed up several baskets for the two of them, smartly remembering the debacle caused at Christmas with different colored cars and choosing to make the baskets EXACTLY the same. I really like the next-to-last one for some reason, despite the fact that it's horribly out of focus.
All in all, despite the fact that we are dealing with a VERY willful three year old right now, a great Easter was had by all.
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