Friday, April 26, 2013

ooster

I'm really not sure where Aimee's little accent comes from, but she has one.  I still laugh at the way my grandparents sort of had their own "old Eastern Idaho" accent.  Any -or sound was/is converted to an -ar sound: carn, fark, etc.  Somehow, Aimee manages to do the same thing with certain words.  Easter at our house is known as Ooster.

I feel like I dropped the ball a little preparing the babies for this sacred holiday.  It wasn't until the night that we sat down to paint our oostr eggs that we even talked about the Saviors resurrection. As one might expect, it did get a bit lost in the excitement of getting to wear old cloths that can get ruined, hard boiled eggs and lots of acrylic paint colors.  This certainly wasn't the only time that we had ever discussed this event, but I was glad that we had another day to make it more important. 


As is the tradition in our family, for the time being, Chad dyed the eggs, and the kids did everything in their power to make sure no one knew what color it was.
It was a very fun and very messy evening as a family!  It was fun to see what color the tub water was after each kid had been scrubbed clean!
On Saturday we started off the day early.  It was our wards turn to clean the church, so we had to be there by 8:00.  Normally we show up in our sweats.  We clean, and then go home and get ready for the day.  All five of us had to have eaten, dressed, hair done, and a fruit salad made in order to clean the church on time.  It all worked out.  We even had enough time to run to the store and get some last minute ooster items that Chad decided were necessary.  Lunch was awesome, the babies loved the eggs, and we made it home in time for nap time and our own Saturday chores.
Sunday morning was so much fun!  We had planned to hunt eggs outside, but it had rained during the night, so we had a great time making jelly-bean bunny trails through the house.  This proved to be the highlight of the day for Pratt.  He pretty much sat and watched Aimee and Porter find all the eggs while he chowed down on jelly-beans.  We had to gather them all up and out them away so he would get into the action.  Luckily we were able to talk the older two into saving a few for him.  They were so excited to find their eggs, especially when they felt they had found an especially difficult eggs.  They were also thrilled to find three balls.  We don't do Easter baskets, and we don't plan to, but Chad wanted to have some balls the kids could play with on our basketball court.
With the excitement calming down, Chad was quick to sit the kids down and be sure that they understood why we celebrate, and that our focus for the day was on our Savior.  There isn't a better man or father out there!
We spent the rest of the morning making rolls together for Easter dinner with friends and new members of our church, and just being together.  We felt the spirit of the day, and surrounded by my sweetheart and babies, I could only feel gratitude for all that is possible because of the resurrection of my Lord.

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