Happy Keester...uhm, Easter

Egg Hunt and Sarah's Keester

Easter weekend was fun filled and packed. We blessed Luke on Easter Sunday (as we did Max) so I had much more than Easter Bunny responsibilities to get ready for. I somehow managed to get it all done, even with a trip to Stockton for the Johnsen family Easter Party at the Hogan Farm, a.k.a. "Plantation", on Saturday afternoon. Max had a blast at the Farm as Uncle Bill indulged Max's fascination with cows and took all the grandkids on a trailer ride out to see the new baby calves. Ryan went with him and the report came back that he was in "utter" heaven. Next was the egg hunt which he loved, but the highlight of his trip to Bill and Jill's house was the castleland and indoor slide built in the basement for the little ones. I think Max wants to live there with his older cousins Sam and Jesse who played with him for a long time on that slide.

Daddy, Max & Uncle Bill Hogan on a tractor ride

PaPa plays with Max

Saturday evening we went to Jolea's house to dye eggs and visit with Carrie and Brandon who had come down for the blessing. I have to give kuddos to my husband who championed the egg dying and helped a bunch of excited little ones color some eggs.

Coloring Eggs with Max and the Beatty cousins

I was up until 1 am finishing my list for our Sunday lunch with both our families and I almost forgot that the Easter Bunny had not prepared baskets for the family. So I pulled out the goods and set them all up on the coffee table downstairs. Come to find out, Ryan left for his meetings Sunday morning and didn't even notice them. Max only briefly saw the basket and tee-ball set before church, and I removed all the candy from sight until after everyone left...so we indulged in our Easter baskets late Sunday night.

Max colors his first Easter eggs with Daddy

How grateful I am that we were able to be with so much of our family this holiday. I am grateful especially for our Savior and for his sacrifice and resurrection. Max doesn't understand much more than who Jesus is in a picture, but hearing him point to him and say his name and to mutter little words in his prayers warms my mother heart everytime I hear it. What a great reminder little ones are of our Savior's love for us!