Easter (or, also known as, better late than never!)

Yes, it is a bit late for an Easter post but I must recount our....interesting....Resurrection Day!

But first, you must allow me to show you this picture of the newest (and cutest!) mascot for Chick-Fil-A.
Okay, so maybe Oliver is not a mascot, but he is modeling his new cloth diapers. These happen to be the fancy schmancy ones with the cow print. He is so cute that if he wasn't sleeping right now I would have to get up from writing this and go squeeze his cute little cheeks.

I love babies....

Anyways, back to the program....ah yes, Easter Sunday!

Lillian with her two Easter Eggs in the shapes of sharks. One was named Ginger, and the other was named Bruce.

Excitement! The children rip through the contents of the Easter baskets at record speed. Oh, and Lillian and Zion think that it is so funny that *SPOILER ALERT* Mother is the Easter Bunny!

After miraculously leaving for church on time, Father navigated us along the curvy road. Everything was going fine until we neared Tennessee, and then the call made its way through the car like lightning-"Israel threw up!" And it wasn't just on his pants-it was all over his shirt, pants and seat. We concluded that it was probably a result of his not having enough breakfast, having too much candy, and being rather carsick. It was not a pretty sight! That fragrant smell floated through the van, causing all of us to bury our noses in our laps in disgust. When we finally made it to church, Everyone except Israel and Mother went in. Poor Mother had to spend the first half of the service cleaning up vomit! Unfortunately, it would not be the last time that day that someone threw up...

As I was walking out of the service to check on the situation in the parking lot, Mother came down and said that he was going to have to have new clothes. So, I went with them to Wal Mart, which was actually open, and sat in the car with Israel and Oliver while she ran in to get jeans and a shirt.

When we got back to church, we could hear the final song playing and so we waited for the others to appear. They finally did, and so we set off for lunch.

Of course, all the restaurants in Boone except McDonalds and the China Buffet were closed, and so we opted to buy lunch supplies at the grocery and picnic at the park until we would go to the Taylor's house. It turned out to be very delicious lunch, and all the boys needed to get out some energy on the park anyways.

Surprisingly, we were the first people to arrive at the Taylor's, and Summer Grace immediately showed us her room. Lillian and Zion loved to play with her dollhouse, and she graciously let them play with her other toys. I stayed in there for a good while, watching them play, and considering my somewhat socially awkward nature, it suited me quite well for a time and then they all wanted to go outside and play. Lillian loved swinging and so I sat there observing all of the other boys and girls playing. I like doing that.

Anxiously awaiting for the hiders to finish hiding!

Then the children hunted eggs, and I took pictures of the mayhem.

Lillian is there in the middle with her blue dress I made for her from Mrs. Chancey's Girls Regency Pattern. Isn't she cute?


Israel strikes a typical pose with his very full Easter basket.
I love the look on children's faces as they eagerly hunt the eggs



Sullivan checks out Lillian's spoils

"Look, money!"

Finn and his easter eggs!!

After the hunt I went over to 'the bar' where the girls were trying to out-do the boys in standing on the bar, swinging off the bar and landing it, etc. Sound familiar? :-) It is most entertaining to watch. During this time, Wyndham was walking by and told me that Israel cut his foot pretty bad, if I didn't know about it already. At this point I was not surprised in the least.

I made my way over to Galen who was standing near the house to get the scoop. Apparently, he had been running around in the woods (barefoot, of course!) and he slipped and got a very nice puncture wound on a jagged stick. When I asked him how bad it was, he replied,

"Yeah, well......the fatty layer is hanging out, and....."

I didn't stick around to hear the rest. This was beginning to remind me of the Israel incident at Lucy and Pat's wedding when he gashed his head. We just seem have a knack for getting gashes or rashes or throwing up.

Are you tired of hearing about throwing up yet? :-)

It was not long after this that we gathered everyone to leave, because we still had to bake for the coffee shops that evening. Once we got home, everyone went outside except the bakers and we made muffins and cookies for Baldguy.

When we were through, Mother heard a gagging sound coming from the bathroom. She went in, and nearly screamed at the sheer volume of....well....vomit that covered the toilet, the rug, and splattered on Zion's clothes.To say the least, he missed, and quite badly, too. This time we thought that the cause of his upset stomach was that he had been jumping on the trampoline directly after eating and drinking a lot of water.

It was shortly after Father cleaned up the mess that the nursing home called about Gigi being rushed to the emergency room. It would be the beginning of a long week, to say the least!

But we survived.