As far as the rest of life, we all survived our own person versions of Spring Break. Mac and Ben spent much of theirs in Spokane, hunting eggs (and losing several to the resident squirrel at St. Davids), becoming dragons and trying to teach Nana how NOT to learn how to Ripstick.
Jeff and I spent a quiet Easter at church and home, silently giving thanks in the knowledge that our children were getting their full quota of candy and we didn't have to deal with the aftermath. We gleefully watched as a little girl in church took advantage of everyone's attention on the Baptism being performed, to invade her sister's Easter basket and literally stuff her face with whatever she didn't have to unwrap. Okay, so I admit I missed the jelly beans and peanut butter eggs, but my pants still fit and I kinda like that....
Noah and Lydia got to pay their annual visit to the Easter Bunny and participate in an Easter Egg hunt or two before driving off to Spokane to have their share of Nana and Poppy time. Walks were taken, Ripsticks, skateboards, bikes and skates were ridden, wildlife areas were maintained, milkshakes and pizza were enjoyed and the weekend was capped off by a epic game of capture the flag that took up the entire two acres and every last ounce of daylight.
We came home to find that, although there yard had been groomed, their house washed and their pool cleaned, ONE of our two remaining ducks had been holding out on us as far as egg production. As a result, we found THIS on our first morning back...... I guess she missed us.
And finally, and I am most proud of this. Our family took part in feeding the homeless at a local men's shelter this Sunday evening and we had a BLAST! Benedict House is a men's shelter (http://www.ccsww.org/site/PageServer?pagename=housing_benedicthouse) that our church has the opportunity to help out once or twice a year for a week at a time. This was our first opportunity as a family to do such a thing and I could not have been more proud of our kids. It was more of a challenge to come up with enough jobs to satisfy all the desires to help than it was to get them to pitch in. They wore their aprons like badges and practically had to be shooed out of the kitchen to watch TV with the residents at many times. Mac peeled carrots and said grace for the 20 or so men present for the meal, Ben stirred meatballs and helped to plate the meatball subs, Noah plated chips and carrots and Lydia handed out cookies until everyone was fed, then we took our plates and joined the residents in what was perhaps the best meal we have had in a long time. While the adults cleaned up the kids visited and watched some tv with the residents. Ben and Lydia, unbeknownst to me, got a special treat and learned how to hand roll cigarettes. I imagine once they figured out just what it was they were witnessing, the gentleman probably got a little bit a lecture on the dangers of smoking, but if he did, he took it well. It was, by far the most perfect ending to our week in celebration of Christ's Resurrection. My faith has definately been elevated! Hope yours has as well
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