Easter. Kinda.

Man, this was the lamest law school holiday to date! I knew we were missing Easter as a family since I would be in Idaho helping with the wedding stuff. But then, on the actual day of Easter, my parents where also gone and Eric and I were like too pathetic puppy-love struck teenagers missing each other too much to celebrate anything. And we didn't even have a normal church service to attend, but a regional conference was scheduled that week, which would have been fine if it was my region, but I still feel like a visitor. However, my last Sunday in Minnesota, I had the girls where their Easter dresses and we attempted to get a family picture. You can see how lame that turned out. Lame, but real! These are actually the best ofs:

Sad, eh? I don't know what Jane was looking at, but we could NOT get her to look at the camera...

Have to admit, I'm feeling pretty darn weary lately. Could be due, in part, to the fact that I stayed up til 3:30 last night (and nearly 2 the night before, and after 1 the night before that...) So I'm really tired. But I feel so scattered and anchorless without my husband these days. He's coming THIS week though, so I'm relieved about that, even though he'll still be writing finals and we'll have a wedding to prep for (did I mention my parents decided to go forward with putting in a new floor here? We started demo Friday, installation began Saturday...and the wedding is Friday and the reception is AT THE HOUSE this Saturday...but we're not stressed, because that does no good. We've just got to keep chewing. Chewing that massively big bite that was more than what a normal person would bite off. But I got to admit, I like not being normal. And I have really enjoyed doing the physical labor of it all, removing tile, pulling up carpet and staples and unscrewing subfloor. GREAT break from the care taker of two young kiddos gig.

Anywho- today I cracked out two Easter baskets for the kids with little things I had bought for them at least six weeks ago. It makes me laugh thinking how we spent Jane's first Easter and how I thought I had to have everything just right and I was all stressed out and then I didn't get it done anyway and we celebrated a week late. But BOY did we take a lot of pictures that year...I meant to grab the camera so Emiline could look at her stuffed duck. Probably good though, because then we don't have any proof of the difference between how stocked (and the quality of said stock) Jane's basket was her first year. Instead, let's say that I've decided that Easter baskets shouldn't be a big deal and should feel more like after thoughts so that the focus on can be on Christ. Blah, blah, blah. I need a nap!