One Crazy Easter...

Because Easter fell over conference weekend this year, we spent it at my parent's house. Saturday night, the boys went to the Priesthood session and my Mom and I got a few last minute things for Sunday. That night, the kids got new jammies from Mom and Dad and told us a million times how excited they were to see what the Easter bunny would bring in the morning.

After the kids were in bed, I got the baskets all put together and hid them. They were fairly easy places so we could teach the kids to find their baskets; Davis' was in the oven and Blair's was in the lazy susan with the cereal. The baskets looked so cute. Davis had Dinosaur eggs and Blue bunny eggs along with a new dinosaur toy, a blue bubble wand, and lots of candy. Blair had flowered eggs, pink bunny eggs, a pink bubble wand and tons of candy.

The next morning when the kids woke up, I told them they had to wait for Uncle Morgan to come before we could find the baskets. Because it was conference, I was making cinnamon rolls (a conference tradition in our little family). I was in a hurry, so I decided to pre-heat the oven and put the rolls on top to rise. After this, I walked away only to hear my dad yell a second later. I had forgotten Davis' basket was in the oven and most everything was totally melted. Duh, I don't know why I didn't think about the basket before turning on the oven. There was a mess of blue peeps and bubble wand in the bottom of the oven, but a few things from the basket were salvaged.

Because each kid's basket had boy stuff and girl stuff, I couldn't just put some of Blair's in Davis' basket. The Ox was in the mire; I had to make a quick trip to Wal-Mart on Easter morning. Uncle Morgan had come and he was helping distract the kids while I went to the store. We got a new bubble wand and a couple of new dinosaur toys, but there wasn't a plastic egg to be found. My Mom and I ran home and rearranged the baskets and re-hid them. The kids searched the kitchen and found their baskets and I don't think Davis thought for a minute that something was wrong with his. When you're two the burned basket handle doesn't register.

We finally finished the cinnamon rolls and enjoyed conference a few minutes late (thank heaven for the DVR). It was a stressful morning, but it turned out okay.

The pictures below are the kids' new Easter clothes. They wore them the week after Easter and Blair was, of course, thrilled with her fancy new dress. She is so much fun to buy things for because she gets so excited and tells me thank you a million times and gushes about how pretty and fancy everything is. It is about the funniest thing ever.