We had a wonderful Easter Sunday. Our church's service was poignant, we were honored to have our families for lunch, and the weather was gorgeous. First, the trio (who, by the way, selected their own pajamas, squashing my idea of picture-perfect pj's in the photos)(but they were happy, especially George who loves wearing his moose pajamas year round) inspected their Easter baskets. Easter is not really about baskets, of course, although we enjoy the Easter Bunny, but some notable gifts included William George's ambulance (he LOVES it!), his new SunSan sandals, and the duo received their first pair of "heels" - a whopping one inch heel that has had them wobbling around since.
We quickly got lunch in the works, along with breakfast. And by "we," I mean Skip since I was on basket patrol. We tried a new crockpot recipe for the turkey and dressing. Had my turkey not been twice the recommended size (they always look smaller in the store... am I right?) this would have worked flawlessly. We ended up doing a traditional roast for the last hour, but it was delish. That recipe is going to be my new go-to recipe for Thanksgiving and Easter. We also deployed the tripod for video again to capture the morning's giddiness, and it was worth it to capture the initial trying on of the heels.
After breakfast, we went to church. We normally attend the Saturday evening service, but we decided to attend our church's traditional service this year, or as we took to calling it "big church". William George visited with his friends in his class, and the duo joined us for the worship service. Following church, we came home and met Grammie, Auntie Melinda and Lexie who had already arrived. (Uncle James was out of town working, as his schedule often calls for holiday work.) Soon enough Gran and Papa arrived, and we had an Easter feast.
After a much needed nap by all (see our Easter Eve schedule), we hunted eggs, and I apologize for the lack of curating on the photo front. The duo were happy to have another hunt, while George carefully selected only prize eggs and stopped to collect whatever bounty the egg contained. "George is throwing the regular eggs down!" the duo would protest. By the time his third egg hunt rolled around, I suppose he had gotten wise to the egg hunting drill.
Special thanks to our families for joining us!
PS: For my reference, here are past years:
