My babies in their Easter finery. Most of them, anyway. Buddy did not participate in the Easter dress-up this year. He was tired with a headache and I did not care to fight with him over a shirt with buttons. The problem, you ask? I had "teased" him about the shirt. What did I say?
"You will look so handsome with your beautiful sisters."
Yep. I will note for the future that the word "handsome" constitutes teasing punishable by not wearing said article of clothing for the Mommy.
The real problem, I think, is that the shirt is pink. Buddy likes pink, but only secretly. I thought he'd like to wear the color in a socially acceptable to him manner. No go. I tried to point out it was a BOY's shirt, so a BOY would wear it. Too much social risk for an 8-year-old, I guess. And there. I gave away one of his secrets. Good thing I don't use his real name.
We attended church last night because our church is large and kind of a destination for Easter only visitors. We kept the children in the service with us. Peanut kept occupied by sitting on my lap and continually attempting to make my somewhat-low-necked dress more modest. It did get a little uncomfortable having my dress pulled constantly up to my chin, I have to admit.
Quiet morning with Easter baskets. No one but Peanut here does the Easter Bunny, but I just LIKE Easter baskets. So I do them. I suspect the reason the Easter Bunny brings Peanut's is so she does not have to say thank-you to a person. But that's not confirmed.
Ham later. Because, you know. It's ham.
Have a restful and thoughtful day.
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