The Easter Bunny’s Job is Safe

The Easter Bunny’s Job is Safe

How do you sum up Easter weekend in one blog post?  There was traveling, Jesus’ resurrection, finding the boys’ lost church pants and hiding plastic eggs all over the house.  Spectacular.

On Friday I drove to Austin to visit my parents.  I took four of my kids with me, including my 22 year old son who I rarely get to spend time with.  He’s not a big conversationalist, so I brought some theology books to spark ideas.  He likes to discuss deep thoughts and God’s Word.  Me, I am more of a shallow thought girl, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  If I want him to talk with me I have to crank the doctrine dial up to 10.  It hurt my brain after about an hour, so we stopped and turned on some Mandisa.

We spent the night at my parent’s house, which is in a large retirement community.  I went for a jog early Saturday morning and was surrounded by dog walkers and golfers over age 55.  At one point there was a man on the trail behind me that had to be at least 80 years old.  He was small and a little frail looking and he was just walking along in his velour sweatsuit.  I decided to put some distance between us so I picked up the pace and jogged for a while.  When I slowed down I heard a noise behind me and there he was, right behind me still walking.  I think he had actually closed the gap.  In a minute he was passing me and I said to him, “You’re fast!”  He just kept walking as he muttered, “Nah, I’m moving kinda slow today since I’m wearing ankle weights.”

Great.  I am officially the slowest human being on the planet.

We arrived home Saturday afternoon in time for James to inform me that he wanted to do a little Easter egg hunt for the kids.  So we drove to Walmart and dug through what Easter supplies they had left.  We found some plastic eggs and got some dried fruit and candy.  I know.  Dud.

All of our kids have different tastes in snacks and some have dietary restrictions, so we always code the eggs by color.  Each child (even the adult kids) has their own color of eggs which makes it easy to be sure we know what they get and then if they find someone else’s color they just pass by and don’t say anything.

After church James filled all of the eggs and brought them to me ready to hide.  We had to do it inside since it was raining, so we sent the kids onto the porch to wait while we hid the eggs.  We had 7 eggs per child and, I am not even exaggerating here, it took us TWO HOURS.

We got so confused about the colors and where we hid them and we kept trying to go back and find the ones we had already hidden and oh my goodness it was a mess.  I asked him, “Please don’t make me do this when we have 45 grandchildren.  Let’s just hand them each $5 and leave it at that.”  James agreed.

Easter Bunnying is not our strong suit.

We actually gave up at some point and just let the chips fall where they may.  If some of the kids got less eggs than others then – oh well.  Let it be an opportunity for character development.

Then, to make it even more fun the kids could not find the eggs.  We tried to make it hard, but we may have gone a little overboard in that department.  All in all the whole egg hunt took about 4 hours and went well past dinner time.  Thankfully the kids had Reese’s Pieces and raisins to snack on.

This week begins my big round of conference travel.  I am heading to Salt Lake City this weekend to the SNAP conference.  I’m going to represent my peeps at HomeRight because I love them so.  Then next weekend I go to Chicago for the 2:1 Conference and to spread the word about my friends at Engaging Education.  Y’all know we big puffy heart their classes!

Have a good one!

Comments

  1. I laughed out loud at the jog/walk story. You seriously crack me up-though rarely do I laugh out loud.=)
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  2. This was so funny I had to read it out loud to my husband!

    We did the color coded plastic Easter eggs for our kids this year too. I loved it! But I had a hard time finding a variety of colors or packages with several of each color instead of ombré eggs…

  3. Love your egg hunt story! My Gracie has been sick, so it’s been very low-key around here. I bought some styrofoam eggs a couple of weeks ago from Dollar Tree, hoping we could decorate them at a playdate that never took place. She, my husband, and I enjoyed decorating them. Hopefully, she will feel better soon and we can do an egg hunt outside. I guess we could do it inside, but I just don’t want to. Besides, the cat already has a tendency to steal the eggs from the table (when we’re not looking) and bat them around the house.

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