Eggs. Plastic eggs are everywhere. All colors. All themes. In all rooms of my house. And, likely under all pieces of furniture in my house. And in the dryer. And in the fruit drawer of the fridge. Everywhere, I tell you, everywhere.
Since Nana came earlier in the month and delivered a basket full of eggs with treasures, and since my kids participated in two egg hunts, and since I had oodles of eggs from years prior, there is no shortage of Easter eggs around here.
I've seen several Facebook posts and websites listing bunches and bunches of ideas for using the seemingly hundreds of eggs we have all over the place, but I kind of think that even if I choose one or two of those fantastic ideas it still requires me to look at, step over, and help retrieve-from-under-the-couch all those eggs. And I'm not up for that. Clutter and me don't work well. Ever.
So they're headed to the attic. I know, I'm mean and I'm an organization fanatic.
Plastic Easter eggs aside, our family had a wonderful Easter day - well, a wonderful Easter season, actually.
Grady Lee was very into the whole thing and eager to see what was in each egg, even though he'd already looked through them multiple times earlier in the month. Micah was quick to point out that "our eggs aren't the same as the Resurrection Eggs we use at church because our eggs only have pieces of paper in them and not toys that tell us about Jesus." And Annalyse just continued her diatribe about Jesus dying in her heart.
I'm sure that somewhere in all of that our kids learned a thing or two, and I know that at the very least, we enjoyed an hour of family time talking about Jesus and reading his Word.