I had grand plans for Easter. With the last few details being finished on the outside of the Chalet in March, and the late Easter date, I turned to Mr. Man and declared, "Nous permettre d'avoir une Chasse d'Oeuf de Pâques." Which roughly translates to, let's have a big Easter Egg Hunt.
Oh! *sigh* When will I ever learn that when it comes to construction, it rarely goes according to plan. The grass got delayed and the grass would be too tender for 1,000 kids to trample on. Plus the shrubbery has a May delivery date, so there would be no real hiding places for the eggs. It would just be a vast green lawn sprinkled with eggs, so we decided to postpone the egg hunt to another year.
This year I decided to go with what was on hand for our Easter outfits. Mr. Boy is sporting his "2short2cool" tie, and somehow I managed to talk him into wearing the hat that has rested in his closet for 2 years.
I want to frame this picture to remind me on those ridiculously tough days where I feel like I'm a mothering failure. It will remind me that my kids are happy and that we laugh each and every day. It might take years of therapy to undo the damage I do to them, because being a parent is hard. I have no idea what I'm doing half the time. There is no instruction manual and every child is different.
But in the end, my kids and my family are great. They love me and I love them. I think moms are their own worst critic, and this week was tough as I got back into the swing of doing the mom thing.
AK looked lovely in her smocked dress and I made her an Easter Bonnet. I think there is nothing sweeter than a smocked dress and a Bonnet. She's worn this dress for the last three Easters. I think I finally got my money's worth out of it. If I only I could bottle up this precious little girl-i-ness and give it back to her when she is a teen. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her little bonnet bob up and down as she skipped into church.