Anders gets the most epic bedhead, and Easter morning was no exception. Sometimes when we’re cuddling at night, it tickles my face so much that I can’t really get close. Then I know it’s time for a haircut. Anyway, Easter morning! At our house. We decided not to wake the big kids as getting up at 7 am for a chocolate bunny is really not their speed anymore. So Anders and Parker went it alone…
Hot wheels cars. Are they not the best? They’re like one-dollar and shiny and all wrapped up and my boys feel like they’ve struck gold when they get one. So many colors, options. It’s Parker’s favorite part of going to the grocery store with me. A few new bath toys, a book, and some new water bottles rounded out their loot.
Breakfast time. Fruit salad, and eggs and bacon by Steve. Cinnamon rolls by a local bakery. They were size-of-your-head massive so I cut them in half. And while they were delicious, I was expecting gooey smaller cinnamon rolls, you know what I mean? Live and learn. What a sacrifice to have to eat those ones instead. (Eyeroll.)
After breakfast, we went to church. We haven’t been regular church-goers for some time now, though sometimes I’d like to be again. It’s just impossible getting out of the house all dressed in the appropriate clothes on time and with no one in tears. Impossible. How do you do it? How? When we were there, and we sang Christ Our Lord is Risen Today, though, I felt so happy to be there. It’s one of the best hymns.
It was 85 on Sunday. Which is crazy for Easter. Who knew we could’ve laid out on the beach?! In retrospect, that might’ve been wiser than being in my 100 degree kitchen most of the day. I made a roast, vegetables, and mac and cheese. Precisely the food you don’t want to eat when it’s a swampy summer day. Oh well. Next year, I’m going to have smoothie fixings as a back up. Acai bowls for Easter! 
These guys all trying to be the tallest. Plus our yard has a slight slope to it. Jokes on them, I got their feet on tiptoes in the picture. Also, Nathaniel has a bow around his chest. I don’t ask questions.
Almost a full family picture. Half of us had already changed out of our Easter clothes since it was so hot. Parker changed right into Batman pajamas. Anders in a diaper. And I stayed out of the frame because I got a cold and literally was blowing my nose all day and looked like death warmed over. Oh well. There’s always next year.
Hope you all had beautiful Easters wherever you were. And that it’s beginning to look like spring!
Beautiful family, who cares about the “imperfect” photo. The point is, you had a great time with your loved ones!
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I don’t normally post, but I hope you find a church that doesn’t require “appropriate clothing”. I go to a great church where everyone wears whatever they want! And no one pays a bit of attention to it. We are just glad that people are comfortable coming to our church to worship Jesus.
you’re absolutely right, christi! and normally i’m more laid back about church wear except it feels extra fancy on easter… but you’re right!
You guys seem like so much fun! Happy easter, hunt fam!
Xo, Brittany
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So our strategy for getting to church with four young kids is start getting ready and then look at the clock and then go to the one that’s about ready to start! We happen to live in an area with a lot of Catholic Churches so that helps. But we always eventually get out the door even if someone is wearing a tutu or two different shoes! ???
I spied a copy of Last Stop on Market Street, I bought that for my boys at Christmas and it is one of our absolute favourites! Lovely Easter memories for you and your beautiful family Bridget.
It was such a beautiful book! Glad to add it to our library.
Jordan and William are twins! Handsome family, all of you. Happy belated Easter, and I love that hymn too 🙂
I would love to know what you tell Anders’ hairdresser when you get his hair cut- it’s so darling. It’s similar to my son’s hair texture (he’s about the same age) but I feel like the best I do at instruction is saying, “Just please don’t make him look like Kate Gosselin circa 2008.”
Too funny. So… I’m his hairdresser! And honestly, I just sort of go at it taking little bits of bulk at a time crossing my fingers it works ok. My best tip probably is to hold the scissors perpendicular to the floor instead of parallel to avoid bowl cut!
We are Jewish so there are a lot of Tot Shabbats that hit around the first nap and Friday night dinners that butt up against bedtime. Our policy is under 10 go as you are, over 10 at least change out of the pjs. When the Rabbi’s son (who is a month older than mine) comes in his pjs I knew we’d found our home. We have special Friday night only pjs so if that’s what they end up going in Saturday morning they match and usually minimally stained.
My point being, just go. If it’s the right community there’s going to be another family there with the kiddos in pjs and rain boots on if that’s your jam.
Oh I love this. church in pajamas always!
Our key for church (and my parents did the same when I was growing up!) is that while I get ready my husband feeds the kid (and typically has a plate of eggs ready for me too!). He then gets ready while I get the kids ready. And somehow we make it out the door 🙂 Also, my middle child CRYS every time she feels rushed – so it’s truly an art to keep her moving without her knowing I’m keeping her moving!! 🙂
your last sentence! ain’t that the truth with some kids!!