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Easter

I'm not allowed to put our Easter pics up on Instagram or Facebook because the girls don't approve. I agree with them. They did not turn out as well as I had hoped. Andrew was being a stinker about pictures. Out of about 30-40 shots, I think there was only one that Andrew smiled. The other kids were pretty distracted. But since nobody in our family knows that I have been trying to  keep this blog up-to-date, I can put them here---hee, hee. They won't figure it out until they stumble upon the post years from now. 

Easter Sunday was exhausting and difficult. The kids behavior at church was sub-par. (The big girls were good, but they should be since they are 14 and 16!). Gavin was fussy, so I missed most of sacrament meeting. When I was in the meeting, I noticed the boys taking too loud and not even pretending to listen to the speakers. Brooklyn didn't want to go to nursery unless I stayed in there. I stayed with her as long as I could, but Gavin was pretty grumpy and loud so I took him out to get him to sleep. Within 10 minutes a crying Brooklyn was brought to me. She stayed with me for the last hour.

Church was rough today. After church didn't get much better for me, but I don't have time to write all the woes now. It's over and tomorrow is another day. I hope the kids have good memories.


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Chelsey said…
Church seems like that most of the time for me:) I thought I was being a bah-humbug this easter because I didn't even want to make a cheesecake and I last second shopped for easter baskets. I think in the end it was okay though cause I did make an easter meal and the easter bunny did come. I admire all that you do. You are a good mom and I'm sure easter was much better at your house.
April 3, 2016 at 5:54 PM
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