Sometimes, the Easter Bunny needs to shake things up a little. We were reminded of that today when instead of candy in the eggs hidden at Grandma and Grandpa Poland’s house, the girls found money (quarters, dimes and nickels) and small toys.
Although Anna was old enough to notice a difference, “Hey, where are the jelly beans?!”, Erica was none the wiser, and was just happy to roam in the yard at her will. All the kids had a complete blast, despite the lack of sugary morsels stuffed inside of the hidden orbs.
As a parent, I was so grateful that the Easter Bunny took a stand against the traditional candy-infested holiday, and instead opted for a healthy, practical alternative. After my toddler insisted on eating jelly beans on top of her pancakes for breakfast this morning, …
“Mommy, I won’t be shy. I’ll talk to the bunny, and smile, and take my picture,” Anna assured me as we drove to the local park for the annual Easter egg hunt and photo opp with the Easter bunny. Anna has been working on coming out of her shell (all on her own) and is proud of her new-found ability to greet new people. (To be honest, I’m perfectly fine with her shyness, which often comes out as rude behavior. She once told a strange man in Orscheln’s, “Get away from me scary guy!” That’s my girl. 🙂
We stood in line for around half an hour, and she was an absolute doll. She waited patiently, swinging her basket with pastel plastic eggs inside, and admonishing me for encouraging her to eat a piece of candy. …
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This song sends chills down my spine every time. I’ve often wondered where God was during dark times in my life. On this Good Friday, we remember where he was, on the cross, giving his life for us.
It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since I gave this testimonial, originally written in May of 2010. (I didn’t really know that’s what I was doing until my sister made the suggestion.) Especially during this special week, I wanted to share these thoughts again, as a reminder of why I’m on this path.
If I’m lucky, I’ll have tomatoes like this someday. That’s a big IF.
I apologize if this post title is misleading. This isn’t an article with great advice on how to grow award-winning tomatoes, or succulent strawberries. Rather, this is a plea for help.
You see, I do not have one iota of green in my thumbs. In fact, I’ve been known to inadvertently kill nearly every plant I come into contact with. (I have one houseplant I’ve kept alive for four years, but that is an extreme exception to the rule.) This year, I desperately want a garden, but I fear that my time and money will be wasted when all the plants either whither and die, or don’t come up in the first place.
I’m fortunate enough that my parents have let me borrow their already-tilled, fenced …
We’re off to make new friends,
but we’ll always keep the old.
You’re no longer silver,
now you all are gold.
My last day at the Girl Scouts and the girls’ last day at daycare was bittersweet. We’re grateful to have made such great memories, and although we’re sad at what we’re leaving behind, we’re ready for the next adventure.
Daycare Buddies! Left to Right: Anna, Micah, Erica and Ian.
Everyone in the office was wearing cat ears when I came in today. I felt so special! Left to right: Me, Erin, Dianne, Traci and Muriel
