Easter

Well, this would have been posted earlier, but nurseless-ness has apparently somehow rendered me incapable of blogging. Also I was lazy yesterday, and I couldn't get the darn photos to upload.

Excuses finally aside, here it is! Dakin, not being a candy eater, got removable tattoos in his eggs, which were shaped like sea animals. He didn't care too much about the tattoos (though he LOVED them the last time he had any...blurgh), but he did get pretty excited about his new markers!

Look at this vertical left-arm movement!!

Egg-dyeing. We did it homemade this year, and while the purple didn't turn out looking anything like purple, the yellow and green were great!Cheesing with dada.

It was a good Easter. We got to enjoy being at home and together. Easter isn't, to me, a big 'celebration' type holiday, like Christmas is, you know? But I am immensely grateful for what Easter signifies: the empty tomb on that morning proclaiming that this life is not the last. That knowledge has come to mean so much more to me in the last two years than it ever did before, and I am so grateful.

I have had this little Primary song swimming around in my head and I thought I'd share. It's by Mabel Jones Gabbott and Royce Campbell Twitchell.

Did Jesus Really Live Again?


Did Jesus really live again?

Yes, when the third day came,

He wakened and he left the tomb;

He called Mary’s name.

Did Jesus come to those he loved?

Yes, people touched his feet,

And of the fish and honeycomb

He did truly eat.

And there were nail-prints in his hands

And a spear wound in his side.

Did Jesus really live again

After he had died?

Oh yes! And so shall I!

So grateful.