Something peculiar is going on around these parts. I find strategically placed socks stuffed down in the couch, books thrown on the floor, wadded up tissues strewn about the house, and at least 23 pairs of shoes spread out between the kitchen, living room, and TV room. There has got to be some ghosts who creep out in middle of the night/day/whenever, once no one is looking, and have their own party, trash the house, then vanish before they can be seen. This must be the case because not one person (under the age of 13) will take responsibility for all the crap I find laying around. I don’t know how these ghosts pull it off with out being seen, but it sure couldn’t be any of my four sweet-faced-perfectly-innocent children.
Pointing the finger, tattling, shifting blame. That’s what we’re all about here and it’s not pretty. I suppose it’s our nature to blame others and not want to take responsibility. Sin nature, to be exact. Let’s face it, from a kid’s perspective, it’s much more fun to get someone else in trouble rather than take the punishment yourself.
I speak from experience, being a first born-people pleaser who hates being wrong. I have done plenty of blaming. I even once made up a story about my brother breaking a pencil in half for no good reason at all when he had, in fact, accidentally kneeled on it and broke it. Why in the world would I do that? I begged him to take the punishment, which he vehemently refused. It didn’t end well, for me anyway. I’m a jerk sometimes.
On Easter morning Judah and Josie were sitting at the counter eating breakfast. Somehow (I know this will shock you) a fight broke out. Judah did something or said something which caused Josie to punch him. I only saw the punch. Judah, who has become quite the actor, looked at me in disbelief as his jaw dropped. Then, shaking his head he said something amazing.
“I can’t believe Josie already sinned on the actual day that Jesus rose from the dead.”
The nerve of her.
The rest of Easter was filled with fantastic food, family and friends, Easter egg hunts for young and old, and a little bit more sinning.
|This went pretty well, although I should have specified shoes were included.|
|The kids are ready for the hunt|
|My sister picked out a cute Easter basket for Mila. Josie gets whatever bag Pa and Grandma have in the closet. I gave up on Easter baskets.|
|Grown up Easter egg hunt. Listening closely for the 7th step. I lost.|