Search Our Front Door
Ways To Connect With OFD
Send Mindee an email
This form does not yet contain any fields.
    « A Recipe! A Recipe! | Main | Pick One »

    Easter 2010

    I love Easter.

    I love that God chose to become man and live among us. (During a time period with no flushing toilets or air-conditioning I might add).  He chose a horrible death to atone for our sins.  Then He defeated death.

    It is the best reason of all to celebrate!

    We have nearly always celebrated Easter here, at our house.  My sister and her family drive out and we join friends for a wonderful dinner and an Easter egg hunt to end all Easter egg hunts.

    This year though, my nephew Camden joined the family and car travel is not really his thing.

    At all.

    To save his family a few hours of being trapped in a small space with a screaming toddler, we broke tradition and met them half way at a vacation home my parents' own at the lake.

    We dyed eggs.

    And then, as families do everywhere, we broke out the pellet gun and tried to shoot the eggs.

    I missed.

    I blame the wind.

    And what do you mean, your family doesn't shoot at eggs with pellet guns?

    Y'all are missing out.

    After dinner and a nap (me, not the kids).  Rich and Brett went out to hide the eggs.

    No, the Easter Bunny doesn't come.  For us, at our house, we fear that a gigantic, present bearing rabbit detracts a bit from the enormous significance of the holiday. 

    But if the bunny comes to your house?


    And yes, I realize that we are giant hypocrites because Santa does come here.  Lucky for me, the one thing you're sure to find at any church in town is hypocrites.

    I fit right in.

    So the daddies hid the eggs - 300 of them - and we gathered the kids for the hunt.

    Camden had already found a Ring Pop and had no concern for anything else.

    We staggered the start time for the kids, Payton got to go first followed 30 seconds later by Ryan and Faith.  Then we let the three oldest go.

    They hunted high and low for all those eggs plus their chocolate bunnies and Peeps.

    But they found them all!


    No one actually went around to check.

    Dad? (not that he reads my blog) If you find any eggs while you're mowing, you're welcome to the candy inside!

    And while the bigger kids were hunting, Camden it seems was . . . grazing?

    He took an extra bath to remove the Ring Pop and all it collected.

    For tomorrow, I am going to end the long dry spell In The Fridge and post the cinnamon rolls I made for Easter morning.

    For today, Happy Easter.  May Christ rule in your hearts and your homes.

    And eat your Peeps before they get stale.

    PrintView Printer Friendly Version

    EmailEmail Article to Friend

    Reader Comments (9)

    That seems like so much fun! Camden is adorable...grass and all! The picture of Reagan-she really favors you there.
    There was lots of shooting here. It was just the shooting off at the mouth variety. My kids argued all day. I think they are tired from multiple late nights/busy days. There wasn't even a sugar high (no baskets or egg hunts even). Who knows?
    It was a pretty joyful day for me, though. :) Worship was very lovely this morning. And Michaela came downstairs and said she could hear the sunrise service our church does (it's in the park two blocks down). I thought that was pretty neat.

    April 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterChristina

    I love everything about this post. You nailed the meaning of this day on the head, but more iimportant...I SOOOO want to hang with you. From one pellet-gun slingin hypocrite to another...YOU ROCK! (no, we have never shot at the eggs...but that is def in the plans for next year!!! Happy Easter to you and yours. Thank you for the many giggles you have blessed me with over the past few weeks since I found your blog.

    April 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBrenda

    What kind of egg hunt is that with no one sitting on each other? (that's how ours always end) ;)

    Love the shooting of the eggs. Hilarious.

    April 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKaty

    I love slightly hardened peeps

    April 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkirsten

    Pellet guns? Man, you all certainly know how to spend the Holiest of Holy Days! I, for one, like to envision God with a gigantic sense of humor and imagine He would probably get a good laugh out of that!! (Hopefully he would also get a laugh at all of the candy I stole out of the kids' basket rather than condemn me for the ugly truth it really is.) =)

    April 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermindy@thesuburbanlife

    love your comment about hypocrites.


    April 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersarah

    Glad you had a great Easter!
    It was super weather, huh?

    April 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTracey

    I don't think you're a hypocrite. I just think that the only reason the Easter Bunny doesn't come to your place is because he's afraid of getting popped by one of those pellet guns!

    April 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterScrewed Up Texan

    You might be a redneck...... I'm just sayin'.

    April 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPaula

    PostPost a New Comment

    Enter your information below to add a new comment.

    My response is on my own website »
    Author Email (optional):
    Author URL (optional):
    Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>