Easter Celebration

What a beautiful Easter weekend!

Yes, I dressed them all in navy blazers. I have some handsome Buckaroos!

Little Buckaroo was able to express himself with his signature red high tops. Sometimes he reminds me so much of Opie on the Andy Griffith Show. I am sure Happy Days are ahead for him (sorry, I could not resist).

See, getting four people in our family to look into the camera and smile at the same time is close to impossible. But, it was chilly and the lure of the eggs all over the ground was just too much to handle. Maybe next year!

Littlest Buckaroo working hard to get a few eggs. Yes, that is a real wire egg basket. Isn't it amazing all the time it takes to get a church Easter Egg hunt organized and it is all over within 20 seconds?

The boys are so oblivious to the whole Easter Bunny thing. We have chosen to focus solely on Christmas as Christ's birth (no Santa Clause) and Easter on the resurrection (no Easter baskets or Easter Bunny). Our choice, our beliefs, I know everyone does not agree.

We did let them do the egg hunt right before Sunday School, they just thought they got to get some candy before church, the Buckaroo's do get to have fun. But, let me tell you, that wandering person dressed as a bunny running around Wal-mart the week of Easter tends to provoke conversation among the Buckaroos. I am sorry to any children that heard Little Buckaroo explaining to Littlest Buckaroo (a little too loudly) last Friday who the Easter Bunny was or actually was not and what Easter is really about.

Little Buckaroo and his friend checking out their Easter Egg loot.
Can't you imagine what they were saying:

LB: Hey Max, whatcha got?

Max: Shiny gold thing, do you think it is money?

LB: No, it has a rabbit on it, usually money has some old dead guy with weird hair on it..

Max: Do you think it is rabbit money?

LB: yeah, it is so big it would probably buy a lot of carrots.

Max: I don't really like carrots, what else could I get with it?

LB: Maybe some of those plastic egg things, it's not real money and they are not real eggs.

Max: Thanks Buckaroo, mom says it is time for Sunday School, I gotta go.

LB: See ya, I probably have to go take ANOTHER picture.

This is Little Buckaroo's Sunday School teacher and babysitter. She is one of only a few people that I have left my children with, ever. I adore her and her family. Her mom is my mentor mom I have written about. She has a heart for children and is exceptional with our boys.

It was a fabulous weekend focusing on Jesus' sacrifice and teaching our children about what He did for us. For that, I am in awe and so very grateful.

Have a wonderful week,

The Park Wife