Sure, it’s been a few weeks since Easter, but I figured if we were going to be playing catch up, we might as well go all the way back to the beginning of April.
For the last several years, we’ve gone to church on Good Friday. This year, Ella had a field trip to Dollywood that day and didn’t get back until well after midnight. I was a little sad to rearrange our weekend, but it ended up working out okay. We went to church on Saturday afternoon instead and my parents and sister’s family were able to go with us.
Of course, my girls were thrilled to take family photos before we left, but there was no way we were skipping that opportunity on Polly’s first Easter. The photo below is one of my favorites — Polly would not leave Sophie’s hair alone!
Polly was her usually serious self, until I snapped a picture of the girls with my mom. I was more than a little jealous that she didn’t smile that big with me.
We had painted eggs already, that we’ve been using for several years. Sophie really wanted to repaint them or dye new eggs or something, but we were running out of time. We ended up staying up way too late watching Lord of the Rings anyway, so she and Ella repainted some of their least favorite eggs. Maybe we’ll actually do new ones next year.
We told the girls they could sleep late and we would get them up around 8 o’clock to open their baskets. We had plenty to do before our family started arriving for lunch, but since we weren’t going to our usual early service, we didn’t need to get up super early.
Polly still got up at her usual 5:30, so I took a few photos of her in her Easter pajamas and let her play with a few things from her basket. I figured the girls wouldn’t really care and she could do it all again, a few hours later.
It turns out that Josh is pretty impatient and ended up waking them around 6:30. I figure it was payback for the many years they’ve woken us up at 3 a.m. for the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus.
My parents hosted Easter lunch in the barn, so we cooked and helped to set everything up while they were at church that morning. This is my grandmother and my mom’s youngest sister, who were fascinated by Polly’s serious face and how long she was willing to wear this hat!
I didn’t take too many pictures during the afternoon — we were all having too much fun together — but we all felt much like Polly did at the end of the day!
