Easter Sunday

Easter was a little chilly and overcast this year, but we had a lovely time anyway. For the first time in…oh…15 years or so, Ian (and Lucas) and I attended church! We went to the Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento service and listened to a sermon on transformation—except it wasn’t so much a sermon as a story about a little mouse, which was literally acted out by the three ministers. We sat with Kelly and Ambrosia (who’s almost two) and played at the playground with them afterward.

Then we headed over to RoRo and Nana’s house. Unlike most years, it was a pretty small crowd this time. That didn’t stop RoRo and Nana from insisting on a huge feast, nor did it prevent their helpers (Julie, Michael John, Sue E., etc.) from dying 13 dozen eggs (at RoRo’s urging), however. It really was quite ridiculous. There were Easter gifts for many family members who weren’t able to be there, and really, Lucas was the only true child to hunt the eggs. Imagine, thirteen dozen eggs (plus the two dozen eggs that we brought) for one almost-three-year-old, a twelve-year-old, and a sixteen-year-old! This time, the bunny helpers hunted eggs too. I think we came home with 28 eggs.

Later, we visited Chris and David’s house. Saw Dana and Ricky and Tyler and McKenzie there. Lucas was sad that Casey wasn’t there. After they left to race home and pick up Casey from his dad, Lucas was bopping a balloon around the living room and tripped and cracked his little chin open on the coffee table. It was scary, and painful. And scary. We grown-ups were more upset about it than Lucas was though. We fussed around with different size band-aides and bandages. The antibiotic ointment prevented a number of them from sticking to his chin and properly closing up the gash. We debated about whether to take him to Urgent Care to get stitches. While we were busy with all that, Lucas found his balloon and began chasing and bopping it in the air again.

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