I have had a sinus infection for what feels like eons now... probably heading into Day 7. So I haven't been doing a good job of anything lately. Easter shopping was a last minute run-and-grab whatever I could find the day before. And then Aunt Sheri showed up with Easter baskets that put the Bunny's to shame (I am going to have to lift my game next year!)
Running late for mass on Sunday, we weren't able to get a seat in the church so we had to sit outside in the freezing cold wind. Of course we were underdressed. And my hair was wet. But we survived.
I decided we needed a nice dinner to redeem the day since I woke up DEVASTATED to find that all of my hot cross buns had been eaten and I was SO looking forward to having one for my Easter breakky (its the little things, right??) I decided on chicken and veges. I had chicken, potatoes, pumpkin and carrots in the oven and broccoli on the stove when I decided Michaela should decorate some eggs. Since eggs are brown here and they don't sell dyes, it was a creative endeavour.
Note I could not find her paintbrush so settled for the only other one I could find. These are some classy eggs.
Meanwhile, dinner nearly burnt the house down. So Michaela ended up having tinned spaghetti and I had a frozen dinner. Dave put on a brave face and ate some of the blackened food. And the house was a MESS. I ate alot of chocolate that day.
Here are our finished eggs:
It was only today that I realised I didn't even get a photo of Matt on his first Easter. He looked so cute in his collared shirt too. And Michaela had a beautiful white dress.
Oh well. Next Easter: spend more than 5 min on baskets, plan meals the day before, buy paintbrushes and remember to take some photos!!
Oh Laura, I'm so sorry you aren't feeling well. There is nothing worse than being sick and having to take care of other people. I had a stomach virus all weekend, and had Auntie LouLou not been here, I don't think I would have made it through the egg hunt. I believe that if hell exists, it consists of giving birth continuously, then being sick while having to take care of a small child, all while listening to Tijuana dance club music circa 2001.
ReplyDeleteI think those are some of the best-looking eggs of the season, and I think the thrill of Easter baskets is discovering that a giant rabbit has been in your house in the night, not necessarily what's in them. You're being too hard on yourself. I am, however, INFURIATED that your hot cross buns were eaten. The thief should be forced to make you more...and then e mail me to tell me what a hot cross bun is. I've only heard of them in piano lessons.
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