easter sunday, etc.

At about 7:15 am Dave and I heard Nezzie yelling, “Mommy, Daddy!! Mommy, Daddy!! Look what I found!!” She was so excited and I said to Dave, “Aww, she must have found the jelly beans in her shoes.” *This is a Kewish tradition that may or may not be explained in a later post.* So Dave got up and went to her room, where she was NOT found. No, no. Our little one had VERY quietly gone downstairs and found her easter basket all by herself. By the time we got to the top of the stairs to join her, she was yelling, “Mommy, Daddy! I found toys and peeps!!!” I could not get mad at her, she was so excited. But as a result of rushing downstairs to catch some sort of a glimpse of her discovery, we have no Easter morning pictures.

However, here are a few pictures of the girls in their Easter outfits. I made the skirts and Gwen’s headband, my Mom made Nezzie’s, and I bought the shirts at Target. I’m pretty proud of myself, as long as I don’t look closely at Gwen’s waistband.


We had nummy Easter dinner with Mom & Dad Kewish, and Uncle Jon & Aunt Ashley, followed by a rousing game of Facts in Five. And of course we ended the evening on a high note watching The Evil Easter Bunny. Tears freely flowed from my eyes as I laughed, hard. And while I remembered the best Easter weekend ever, when that cinematic masterpiece was born, I was reflecting and just feeling so lucky to be a part of the best family ever (no offense to you non-Kewish readers). Even with all of our crazy traditions and imperfections, I just love my parents and siblings more than I can express. I have been so blessed to have them in my life because they have taught me so much and love me unconditionally. They have added even more to this family by way of spouses (those crazy enough to marry into our family) and children and as a result my life has been enriched. So this Easter sunday I feel an immense gratitude for our Savior who died for us and made it possible to return and live with our Father in Heaven as eternal families. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

the egg hunt

We enjoyed the afternoon at Grandpa & Grandma Lesue’s house for an Easter egg hunt. Nezzie scored.



She even shared with Gwen.

easter eggs part deux

We dyed about eight dozen eggs with Uncle Jon, Aunt Ashley and Grandma & Grandpa Kewish. We are now awash in eggs, but it was really fun.

This is an old Kewish family tradition from our childhood that we call “oooh, aaah.” Basically we all stand around and pour the colors down the drain while saying, “oooooooh, aaaaaaah.” It doesn’t take much to entertain us, plus little kids really love it and as an adult you feel justified in doing something a bit silly. Here’s a good shot of Nezzie mid-aaah.


One of my favorite techniques from good ol’ Martha Stewart, where you use dye and oil to get this marbled effect.

easter eggs part one

So, we dyed a few eggs the other night. I think this must have been some sort of bribe I gave Nezzie at some point, probably having to do with the potty.

Here are some of our results using brown eggs. I love the different hues we get from using brown eggs. We’ll probably have a mixture of white and brown when we make the big batch with everyone this weekend. Nezzie had fun, and we only had a few cracked eggs in the end.