In the meantime, I keep planting seeds of my own with the girls. Planting memories and ideas and love into the fertile soil of their hearts and praying the good stuff takes root, that our little green tomatoes grow into beautiful vines and that they forgive me for the times I may stumble and plant a weed or two.
"You will make known to me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy; in Your right hand there are pleasures forever." Psalm 16:11
Friday, April 5, 2013
Seeds!
In the meantime, I keep planting seeds of my own with the girls. Planting memories and ideas and love into the fertile soil of their hearts and praying the good stuff takes root, that our little green tomatoes grow into beautiful vines and that they forgive me for the times I may stumble and plant a weed or two.
Our Holy Week

For Palm Sunday, I decided to get a craft together for Claire and her little buddy, Logan for church. The children in our church are with the parents in worship, for the most part, but in the last year or so, a few volunteers have put together a short Sunday School class for the kids during the sermon. Thus far, we have put all the kids together, but I thought I might pull the littles out for a Palm Sunday Story and craft. Pinterest to the rescue. I found a easy, cute craft for the kids using their handprints to make palm branches. We read the story and practiced saying "Hosanna!" (Which is really cute with 2 year olds) and made our branches. I know they are "getting" everything but I keep working to build this foundation. Our house didn't look like a house when it was a concrete slab but without the slab, it's not a house. So for me, Palm Sunday was about teaching my little one that there's only One fit to worship.



Easter Sunday, itself, was a little crazy. But a good, good crazy. Saturday afternoon, I prepped the house for my family and Christian's family to come for Easter, finished my shopping for the egg hunt, baskets and dinner. After the Resurrection Roll event, I put Claire to bed and began working on her basket then got all the eggs ready for and Easter afternoon egg hunt. So when Sunday morning rolled around, I was really, really glad we opted out of Sunrise Service this year. We got the girls dressed in their blue dresses and got to the church at around 9:15 since we had to be there early for choir rehearsal and since Christian was leading the choir, we thought being on time should probably be a priority. Service consisted of singing, sitting a bit, talking littles to the potty, and singing again. At one point the the service, Claire was asked, with a couple of other children to answer the question, "What does Easter mean to you?" She's getting pretty good at figuring out "Jesus" is a pretty good answer to most church questions and for this one, she was spot on. Later, I took Claire and Ashlyn out for the sermon to Claire's class. Stayed there a bit, but went back into service with Ashlyn so I could sing again (our pastor had me doing something at different parts of the sermon, each time I passed Ashlyn to a willing church member to hold).
After church the kids enjoyed an egg hunt on the lawn. The church put out a small bounce house. Claire thus far, HATED bounce houses. So it
was pretty surprising to me to find her squealing like crazy and jumping around in the bounce house with her cousin, Marisol, who joined us that morning for church.
After naps everyone came over for dinner. I made my first ham, which really wasn't that hard but it was one of those things that made me feel like an adult. You know, have the whole family over for a major holiday and cook the main dish meat. Maybe it's just me. But, everyone said it turned out grade. I did a shank, made a glaze, stuck cloves in it, the whole bit.
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Making a wonderful mess |
Uncle Jeff and Ashlyn |
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