Monday, March 24, 2008
Okay, so Sunday I was going to dedicate a beautiful post to the miracle of Christ's Resurrection. I have this song that I absolutely love that I really want to share that's about Christ. And. . . I've been meaning to share my testimony since Christmas and then I was going to do it yesterday but two holidays in one week. Well. . . it's clearly just way too much for me to handle and I didn't get around to it. I'll do it. I promise I will. But today, instead, I give you Easter, Henrichsen-style.
Saturday morning, mostly for the sake of tradition, I insisted the boys dye Easter eggs. I loved dying easter eggs when I was little and I really never expected the screaming tantrum I received from Noah when I informed him that unless he dyed eggs he would in no way have game time for the rest of the day. Yes, we had a full on meltdown while Daddy was trying his best to rehearse with Brother Hoggan their musical number for Sunday. Which of course meant, it was me against the six boys and nine cups of vinegar and dye.
Five minutes later, the three big boys were done and on their way. So much for quality family time spent doing things that will bond us for the eternities. My house smelled like sulfur and I had a mess that would only take me another hour or so to clean up and I'd hardly had a chance to say "hello" before they ran off, talking about Zelda this and Build-A-Bearville that. I invited the twins to give dying eggs a whirl once Brother H. had left and Daddy was off for piano lessons. Disaster. That's the only word that can possibly describe what it's like dying Easter eggs with twins.
My friend Sam (who is also the mother of multiples) lets her kids dye their eggs in the shower. If only I had a shower big enough. But nope. We don't. I did try to limit the mess by giving them each just one bowl of color and Justus did pretty well. It was Jericho that was having way too much fun playing basketball with his egg and the cup of dye, spilling bowl after bowl of stinky, smelly, stainy Easter egg dye. Once Justus caught on and discovered the huge crack he'd made in his egg, he started sticking his finger in the middle of his egg till his finger came through the other side. But when all was said and done, they both were very proud of themselves.
 
We finished just in time for the Thompson's to show up for piano lessons. My hands were stained blue from mopping up Jericho's messes and not too long after I opened the door I noticed my entire right boob was covered in blue dye as well. Lovely. Somehow we managed to get the mess cleaned up and everyone dressed and down for naps. Mark finished lessons and we had minutes to throw together Sonnet's Monterey Jack Salsa before we had to run out the door and up to the Feuz's for their annual Easter Egg Hunt. The kids had a blast running around with all of the kids from church, loading up their baskets with candy. Caleb caught on pretty quick but once he discovered there was candy inside the eggs, he just wanted to sit somewhere and eat. The twins never really seemed to get the point, even when we showed them there was candy inside the eggs. Justus would pick the eggs up and put them in the basket. And then Jericho would take the eggs out and stick them back in the bushes. It was quite hilarious. Once we got inside and started busting open the eggs, they were all about the candy and probably ate their weight's worth in chocolate.
 
After the egg hunt we hit Big Y for the Easter dinner fixin's and then Mark ran out to do some Easter Bunny shopping while I wrassled kids, made dinner and started salads for the next day. By the time Mark got home and the kids were in bed I was just plain exhausted. Didn't we just do a holiday? Ten minutes to midnight Mark was still running around the grocery store looking for Peeps for the kids. Ugh!
Sunday morning we watched the Easter Story and Mark prepared his lesson for Elder's Quorum while I made a "Bunny Foo Foo" cake and wrassled the kids into their Easter clothes. We were ten minutes late to church as usual, which I absolutely hate because I feel like a parade marching into the chapel and up to the front row, with everyone staring, but the kids were relatively good and the meeting uneventful. I had the twins solo for second and third hour which is never any good because what do you do with babies at church who just want to run around? I guess it was good we watched that Easter cartoon before church because that was the extent of my spiritual uplift for the day.
After church we ran home and put together the final fixins for dinner and the Gribble's showed up to eat with us. I have to tell you, as exhausted as I was by the end of this week, there was nothing nicer than getting out my Grandma Stout's china and fixing up a nice dinner table with all the yummy things I love to eat and sitting down with my babies and a few of the people I love and eating dinner. I absolutely adore the Gribble's and we had such a nice time eating and chatting and laughing. The rest of the holiday seemed so hectic and frazzled, but it sure ended on a nice note. We left the dishes piled by the kitchen sink and I literally fell into bed and right to sleep, relieved to have the holidays over with. I'm so glad that Easter and St. Patty's don't always fall this close together. The past week was a complete whirlwind for us and I almost feel dizzy.
Now all that's left to do is turn these colorful creations into deviled eggs and spinach salad and egg-salad sandwiches cause you know, everything in life comes down to one thing--food and eating it! Speaking of which, I'm hungry. Maybe I'll go dig some of those Easter leftovers out of the fridge and make me a plate. Happy Easter--a day late and a dollar short as usual!
posted by Shana # 9:51 PM 
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