Our Easter Sunday

The Easter Bunny was kind to us.

But more than that, we were blessed with messages to help build our faith and bring peace to our souls. I loved the fact that Easter fell on the same weekend as General Conference.

And I especially loved the following talks (and quotes from those talks).

Sister Beck
“There has never been a greater need for increased faith and personal righteousness. There has never been a greater need for strong families and homes. There has never been more that could be done to help others who are in need.”
“Life is not calm for most women, and each day seems to require the accomplishment of a million things, most of which are important. A good woman must constantly resist alluring and deceptive messages from many sources telling her that she is entitled to more time away from her responsibilities and that she deserves a life of greater ease and independence. But with personal revelation, she can prioritize correctly and navigate this life confidently. The ability to qualify for, receive, and act on personal revelation is the single most important skill that can be acquired in this life.”

Elder Donald Hallstrom
“No matter the size of the issue, how we respond can reset the course of our life.”
“Never let an earthly circumstance disable you spiritually.”

The whole conference was so wonderful (as always). But these two talks. Well, it was as if they were written just for me. I’m sure in a few months, as I read or re-listen to the talks, I’ll feel as if some of the other talks were written just for me. Isn’t it interesting how you hear things differently as you experience challenges or trials in life?

I really, really, REALLY love General Conference.

Ooooh! Ahhhh!

Coloring Easter eggs with kids always sounds like a fun idea. And for the most part, it is fun. I just think it might be something that I would enjoy doing by myself too.

Inez tried the rubber band technique. She took the rubber bands off right after she took the egg out of the dye, but it still turned out okay.

Getting dye on your hands is just inevitable. Especially if you are a three-year-old.

A Kewish family tradition, formally named, “Ooh, Ahh.” We stand around the sink (preferably a white one) and simultaneously pour the dye down the drain while saying, “Oooooh! Ahhhhh!” It’s pretty much everyone’s favorite part.

And it only takes a day or two for the dye to come off everyone’s hands.

Right?

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Easter

 

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.