Easter

What a nice and peaceful afternoon.  I couldn't say it was a peaceful morning because Bo was  some kind of something in church this morning.  He was all over the place, he's at that "let me run up the aisle and get up those steps" age.  The age that makes you break out in a full blown sweat in the 60 degree church.  He's turning out to be quite the handful.  No shocker there, I knew it was too good to be true in those early months when he was such a compliant little baby.  Yes, I said compliant.  I don't want to imply he's bad per se, but he's non-compliant right now.  That's the best I can do.  

I was already sweating before we even got to church from trying to take the boys pictures.  I took 30 pictures, and these are the very best that there were on the camera.  I did not get one decent picture of all three boys in their cute matching ties.  

This is the best.  

Actually, this one is pretty cute.  

Oh Jack.  Every single solitary time I take Jack's picture my camera tells me "BLINK DETECTED".  No no, camera, I'm sorry to inform you that  Jack's eyes are as open as they are going to get.  Direction of the sun makes no difference.

"Let's try that again, Jack.  OPEN YOUR EYES!"

"PLEASE JACK!  OPEN YOUR EYES!"

"THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GOING TO TELL YOU TO OPEN YOUR EYES, JACKSON MACK!"

Sigh.  I quit.  For real.

And then there was Bo.  Oh Bo.

And out of absolutely NOWHERE comes Jackson, flying across the sidewalk while I'm trying to take Justice's picture.

And by now Justice is also sweating over the whole picture fiasco.  And he's also ready to put up the camera.  So that's what we did.  And for the record, Dad's tie matched too.  

The boys got candy from the Easter Bunny of course.  And speaking of the Easter Bunny and candy, the little children in my charge at church today were all sorts of hopped up on sugar.  At the beginning of class I asked the little ones that had candy for breakfast to raise their hands.  It was about a 70/30 split.  Could have been more, but the ones hanging from the ceiling couldn't raise their hands.  By the time the older class had their turn, the sugar highs had worn off and they were docile little creatures.  Mouth open, drooling and sleepy.  

This was Justice's first Easter knowing the Easter Bunny was not real.  He also got less candy than Jack.  He had chocolate bunny envy this morning.  

Bo did not get any candy for hopefully obvious reasons.  He did however get a nifty little truck and a bouncy ball.  Bo loves bouncy balls.  A lot.  Yes, that's a Sophia the First bouncy ball.  No judging, the boy likes Sophia the First.  

I made a vow a few weeks ago that I wasn't going to cook dinner on Sunday anymore.  I didn't figure today needed to be any different.  I picked up a really good smoked Boston Butt yesterday and got all the trimmings for a good barbecue and then baked a cake yesterday.  All I had to do today was frost that sucker and it was ready to go.  

I had a really nice discussion with the boys on the way to church about how important it is to separate the Easter Bunny from the resurrection of Jesus.  Turns out even Jack was fully aware that they were two separate things and he needed no reminding.  

Me to Jack:  "Do you know the most important thing about Easter?  It's not the Easter Bunny."

Jack:  "Duh Mom.  I pay attention in Primary you know.  It's the resurrection of Jesus."

Justice:  "No need to be mouthy, Jack."

Jack:  "Well she's in class with me Jus.  She should know I already knew that."

In other words, I was bugging him.  And as always, pleasure talking to you Jack.  

After we got home from church, the boys spent hours hiding and re-hiding their eggs.  I typically get up super early in the morning and go outside and hide their eggs so they can have an early morning easter egg hunt.  This year though, Justice asked me not to. He and Jack decided they wanted to hide their own eggs and Jack said aloud that he hoped the Easter Bunny would just leave them.

SWEET!  No arguments from The Easter Bunny.  

I was about to close with a wonderful statement about how peaceful and wonderful our day was, and then Justice ran through the dining room with a plate of food, attempted (and failed EPICALLY) to hurdle the baby gate, tripped and he and his food just went flying past the door of the room where I'm sitting and typing this.  Now he's crying and well, you know.  There's pulled pork all over the living room.  

We were THIS close, THIS close I tell you!  LOL!  Poor clumsy Justice.

Happy Easter and much love from the Mack family!