Easter weekend began, as usual, with coloring Easter eggs. This year we had two kids staying with us, Q who is 8, and K, who is 5. So this was a messy, fun, loud activity.
My birthday is in March, and it always falls during the time of Paul's basketball semifinals, where he has games all weekend. Although we had celebrated my birthday, I hadn't yet had the home made cake I wanted, so we decided to do it for Easter dinner.
This was Paul's first attempt at making me a two-layer cake. He forgot to spray the pans and it just went bad from there. He had planned to run out and buy me a cake Sunday morning, and then he remembered that it was Easter and nowhere would be open. So he confessed to me he was in a bind. We agreed that he could just make me a sheet cake (that wouldn't be chocolate) and all would be fine. I have the best husband for going to all that trouble and being so stressed out. AND he let me take a picture of the first attempt. :)
Easter morning, two handsome boys playing piano.
Silly boys with bucket heads.
A little pre-church chaos.
Smiling nicely for the camera.
Mr. Cool. Yes, he came down in those sneakers and I suggested he should change into dress shoes, but Paul said, "I think he looks cool like that," so I was outvoted. (Although he does look kind of boy-band cute!)
Getting ready for the after-church egg hunt.
Counting the eggs.
Back at home after church. Neither boy wanted to change so they were dressed formally, rolling around on the floor playing.
Watching superheroes.
The finished, only slightly marred, birthday cake.
Happy Easter to all.
My birthday is in March, and it always falls during the time of Paul's basketball semifinals, where he has games all weekend. Although we had celebrated my birthday, I hadn't yet had the home made cake I wanted, so we decided to do it for Easter dinner.
This was Paul's first attempt at making me a two-layer cake. He forgot to spray the pans and it just went bad from there. He had planned to run out and buy me a cake Sunday morning, and then he remembered that it was Easter and nowhere would be open. So he confessed to me he was in a bind. We agreed that he could just make me a sheet cake (that wouldn't be chocolate) and all would be fine. I have the best husband for going to all that trouble and being so stressed out. AND he let me take a picture of the first attempt. :)
Easter morning, two handsome boys playing piano.
Silly boys with bucket heads.
A little pre-church chaos.
Smiling nicely for the camera.
This is what happens when you try to get three kids in one picture!
Mr. Cool. Yes, he came down in those sneakers and I suggested he should change into dress shoes, but Paul said, "I think he looks cool like that," so I was outvoted. (Although he does look kind of boy-band cute!)
Getting ready for the after-church egg hunt.
Counting the eggs.
Back at home after church. Neither boy wanted to change so they were dressed formally, rolling around on the floor playing.
Watching superheroes.
The finished, only slightly marred, birthday cake.
