Sunday, March 30, 2014

March 22-28: Easter Eggs, Silly Bread and the Treehouse

March 22.  It's too bad I didn't take any pictures this day.  First, because we had some good friends over for lunch.  Second, because the house was really, really clean due to the first reason.

March 23.  We spent the evening after church at Grandma and Grandpa Hansens.  It seems like it has been too long since we've had a Sunday dinner there.  The kids got to play with some new backyard toys and they didn't waste any time having fun.

We also played around at Ed and Cyndy's new rental.  The new carpet had just been put in and there was lots of room for the kids to run around.

March 24.  Bryce had class on Monday night.  I was looking for a way to survive the last hour before bedtime and so we got out our Easter decorations.  Kimball borrowed my camera to snap some pics.  I have dozens on my phone that look like this:

They are all a little blurry.  It may not entirely be his fault.  I think the lens was pretty dirty.  After cleaning the lens a bit I took a picture of all our eggs.

I must have some deep seeded love for orphaned Easter eggs because I keep adopting them.  I remember when my Grandma Cornwall passed away I took her eggs home with me.  This was before I was even married or had kids.  When Mom and Dad were going through their storage unit last August I quickly gravitated to their eggs too.  As a result I have hundreds of eggs.  It will be a fun hunt this year!

I thin the love of Easter eggs comes from my memories of the egg hunts at Grandma and Grandpa Cornwalls.  They would put little scriptures or message in some of the eggs instead of candy.  Messages like: "Share a piece of candy with your Grandpa."  I used to think it was cheesy and kind of lame.  I now see a Grandpa who loved his grandkids and wanted to teach them to be kind and thoughtful.  It makes me teary.  I think I might need to put some of those messages in the eggs this year.  I can already hear them groaning when they get an egg without a treat, but I someday they will understand the real treats of life.

March 25.  I had to get the car inspected and the oil changed so I took it in while Kimball was at preschool.  Abby, Stan and I walked to the library while we waited.

We also had some friends over in the afternoon.  The nice weather and the swing set were a welcome combination.

March 26.  I pushed this little gal around in a laundry basket for about 5 seconds this morning.  She loved it and it brought back such memories of doing the same thing to Kimball at the same age.  Of course, Kimball got pushed around for a whole lot longer than 5 seconds.  Oh!  To be the first born.

March 27.  Abby and Stan helped me make bread.   I tried to swirl it with several colors.  This was my first time and it was a bit of extra work.  I was inspired by my cousin who has made things like this in the past.

I am not inclined to do this again, but I now have a three year old who thinks this is the right way to make bread.  Heaven help me!

Abby helped with the dishes while the boys were at basketball class.

March  28.  We had a wonderful outing with Grandma Hansen this week to the Treehouse Museum in Ogden.  We used to go there when Kimball was younger and it's been so long since we have been back.  Fortunately, it is still just as fun.  It was Abby's first time and she loved it!

Kimball got chosen to be in a "participlay."  He was the mountain goat and did a great job.  It was fun to see him so excited.

As I was putting the boys to bed that night, Stan asked where Grandpa was.  I told him that Grandpa was busy working on the new house.  "But I didn't get to hug him!"  It was the cutest response.  We quickly called Ed on the phone so the boys could say good night.  Stan was still troubled by the lack of a hug so he hugged the phone.  Kimball wanted to tell Grandpa something funny; I waited for the joke but all he did was sing Star Wars music.  Funny indeed!  These boys sure love their Grandpa.

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