The night before Easter, Kherington woke up screaming. First she needed to go potty. Then on the way back to the bathroom she noticed her Easter basket wasn't where she left it. Then she was afraid of the Easter bunny and informed me that Daddy put a note on the door when the Leprechaun came, so we needed a note on the door to tell the Bunny it wasn't allowed in the kids room either. Done.
Well, a couple hours later, pre-sunrise, Kevin woke up and some how found their Easter baskets in the dark playroom then woke his sister up. This year they each got a shirt (Jonathan's was just taken from his drawer...kinda forgot about him), an Ocotonauts toy to share and some eggs to hunt for with a note saying if they were good there would be more eggs to find. They were so not impressed with the eggs. They didn't want to find them, then told us they don't like rolos or smarties or snickers. They were okay with the licorice. I remember thinking any candy was awesome when I was their age.
We did Resurrection eggs for Family home evening and the kids enjoyed opening them. I'm not sure they really got much out of it, but maybe as they get older. I really like all the make believe parts of holiday's but it is important to realize why it truly is a special day.
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