Best. Mother's Day. Ever.

The truth is...I haven't had many great Mother's Days. I realize now that I am to blame for that. Somewhere I came up with my vision of what Mother's Day ought to be. I dreamed it up as being a day off from motherhood. With those kind of expectations it's no wonder I am disappointed year after year. And it is never my husband's lack of trying...because he does.

This year was different. I had no expectations what so ever. Dave was scheduled to work, so I knew that I wouldn't be getting the royal treatment. Boy was I pleasantly surprised! My kids sure stepped up and did a fabulous job. Derek woke me up asking what I'd like for breakfast and it was delivered to me in bed.

Taylor even brought McKenna breakfast in bed. (Notice the missing glass of water...oh, that was spilled immediately on my bedspread.)

After breakfast, I came downstairs to find a present from Dave...A bike trailer! McKenna was just as excited as I was. She will enjoy that princess carriage. The kitchen table held a beautiful vase full of flowers! Yay! The best part of the day was that the kids all got along well. Honestly, that was the best present. After church Dave BBQed a yummy dinner. I loved the entire day. I need to read this post again before the next Mother's Day...the secret: expect nothing. :)

My pretty flowers!

My GQ Boys :)

Easter...Continued

After church we drove up to my parents' house for the annual Easter egg hunt. This is definitely something my kids look forward to every year. It wouldn't feel like Easter without it. (That might be wrong to say, but I don't care.) OK...and it wouldn't feel like Easter without church too...there, does that sound better? :)

Derek was laughing about something...I wish I remember. I'm sure it had something to do with a pink man-sized bunny.

Don't feel sorry for him...he started it.

It was a great day!

Easter Morning

I know I'm going to get criticized for admitting this, but we don't pretend the Easter Bunny in our house. Come on, people...a giant bunny that is capable of leaving baskets full of goodies. Really?

I hide the baskets the night before and the kids find their little treasure. They are not allowed to tell someone else where their basket is hidden if they find it. They do pretty well.

After baskets we went to church and then my parents' house for dinner and an egg hunt (watch for a later post). I love Easter!

We Are In It For the Violence

I am really the only hard-boiled-egg-eater in our house, but coloring Easter eggs is a tradition I want to continue in my family. My kids LOVE dying the eggs and then holding our annual "Egg Wars". (As seen here and here )

They are still young enough to get excited over the "secret message" that appears after drawing with crayon and dying the egg.

My annual "I love Dave" egg, which he never actually sees...he'd have to go near the gross egg to see it.

Derek's "BYU" egg.

And now for the real reason we dye eggs...the violence! Bring on the Egg Wars!