This Easter I questioned, and not for the first time, if taking a toddler to church is worth the trouble. Off we went, nevertheless in our pastel Sunday best. I accidentally brought a fire truck that makes noise, and Ike was ready to leave about 10 minutes into the service, and we ran out of GRANOLA BARS! Anyway, we didn’t get asked to leave, so I’m gonna call that a success.
My dad was in town for the holiday and was gracious enough to prepare the meal and a bonus one on Saturday too. We were well fed for the whole week. So grateful.
There was egg dying.
And Easter Baskets.
And a rained out/indoor Easter Egg hunt where Ike discovered that there are TREATS inside those plastic eggs. Locating and then taking them in and out of a basket is just the beginning of the fun!
So a few days later this happened. Naturally.
Ah, I love this little guy, even when he behaves like a heathen in church.