What better way to celebrate Easter than for Chris and I to pick a church for our family. It has only been a few weeks, but we really like First United Methodist. "Methodists?" you ask. Well, "maybe" is the best answer I've got... Chris grew up Catholic, and I grew up a Religious mix, or mutt. Either way, we have had countless talks and prayers and conversations with friends, and we decided to try a few churches. After our first visit, we absolutely loved the vibe at FUMCR (Oh yeah, I can shorten the name 'cause I go there). The nursery welcomed Andrew, screaming the whole way, with open arms. (I believe she said to Andrew, "Oh, I know it's terrible. They're just gonna leave you here.") The ladies in the nursery were adorable. We both got something a little different from the service, and more importantly, we felt like we fit. Yay! By the time we picked Andrew up from the nursery, he couldn't care less that we had left him. (I actually think he was a little sad to go.)
Well, we were so happy with FUMCR that on Easter Sunday... we went to mass at St. Joseph's. Hmmm. :) Since Chris's parents stayed the night, Mom watched Andrew, so the four of us could go to mass together. It was a nice service and completely packed.
Now to the good stuff... the first Easter Egg Hunt. Andrew took a nap once we got home from church, so all the grown ups (Us, Chris's parents, Mom, and Diane and Tom) got to enjoy a wonderful brunch and some delicious mimosas. When Andrew woke up at crack of noon, he got to "open" his Easter basket and have an egg hunt.
I had to convince him that the basket was worthy of his attention, and getting him to hunt eggs was darn near impossible. Once he picked up an egg, he shook it, danced to the lovely sound of animal crackers in plastic, and looked around the room. What happens next can only be explained as the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Andrew, egg in hand, walked over to Grandpa and handed him his egg. He walked back over to his basket, picked up an egg, shook it, danced, and then brought the egg to Grandma Sharon. He proceeded to give everyone in the room an egg until we all had one. Luckily, I got it on video. I did start the video after he passed out a few, so that's whey some people are already shaking their eggs. (You will also see that poor Lady desperately does tricks for an egg, but she never gets one.)
I love that sweet baby. After he shared all of his eggs, we convinced him to find all of the "hidden" eggs. The pictures below are some of his stellar "finds" along with some shots from the night before when he opened the basket of goodies from Grandma and Grandpa.
:)
Anne
No comments:
Post a Comment