Another April Down (Weekend Reviews)

This month has been a blur, but it sure does seem like we've had an incredibly FULL April beginning with Spring Break and rounding it off with Easter.  Mom hosts our church's annual children's Easter egg hunt.  It's typically the Sunday before Easter. My parents have the best place for a big hunt and loads of eggs.  However, when you have to hide around 1,000 eggs, you have to get started early.  As a result, the chocolate candies are usually melted by the time the kids start hunting.  This April has been gorgeous and SUNNY most days. This year's hunt landed on the same day at SKyPAC's Community Day.  Oh how I wish I could be two places at once!  Since SKyPAC is close to our church, I decided to spend an hour or two at Community Day and hopefully catch the egg hunt too.  WRONG.  By the time I got to mom's, the egg hunt was over, candy was eaten and the kids were playing kickball and driving the golf around.  Fortunately, Matt snapped a couple of pictures of the event.  

 How in the world I managed to get out of the house by 7:15 a.m. and attend the Muffins With Mom's event at Plano is a mystery!  I have no idea why God has allowed these three precious souls into my life, but I am forever grateful being their mother!

Miles is my only child at Plano who still gets to participate in an egg hunt.  In order to be fair and make sure all the kids receive equal amounts of eggs, they number them.  I had to send in 23 pre-stuffed eggs with the numbers 1-23 written on them.  I went  to Miles's spring party the Friday before Easter to hang out with my 7-year old and soak up my last 'lil' bit of his childhood.  However, the frustration began quickly when when he couldn't find all of his number '6's -- the.worst.number.to.get.at.an.egg.hunt.besides.'9'!  You couldn't tell if it was a '6' or a '9' on hardly any of the eggs.  Ugh.  He did find around 10-15 but no where close to 23--probably in the '9' bag--HAH.  Who knows.  It didn't seem to bother Miles though.  He was excited about all his loot.

I make our kids WORK for their Easter goodies.  No bunny comes to our house.  It s a full-blown hunt for your own basket event.  I give each of the kids clues based on their age, and they have to decipher each one and find the next and so on.

I must've been tailing the Isaac the whole time (or he moved slower) because I managed to get loads of pictures of him and not the other two.

Miles trying to locate his basket.

Karson on the move.

I splurged in Karson's Easter basket this year and placed her surprise Katy Perry ticket in it.  We cannot wait for her Prism concert this summer with Shannon and Elizabeth!

It has become an Easter tradition to take pictures in our living room and not outside.  We're weird.

I stopped trying to find cute, matching clothes this year.  I'm becoming lazier in that regard. Karson and I both got new digs, but I resurrected one of Isaac's old shirts for Miles who hated it--he hates anything that buttons at the neck.  Isaac wore his new Pacers shirt he got in his Easter basket.

Matt bringing it with his "It's Friday, but Sunday's a Comin' sermon"

We spent Easter lunch with Karen and the Deaton family.  It was our first big meal together since Mamaw's passing.  We loved being with everyone. The day was perfect, and the food was abundant.

We went to Louisville the Friday and Saturday after Easter.  Matt was scheduled to run in the Derby Festival half-marathon, and I thought it would be a good opportunity for all of us to go and see my Mamaw.  It also happened to be Mamaw's birthday that weekend. Mamaw's house is exactly the same as always with family coming and going and things constantly happening--everything from Kenton walking in with grease all over his hands, Brent pulling up in a camper someone gave him, Jackie moving sweeper trucks in and out and taking the kids on golf cart rides to get ice cream, David riding a bicycle, you name it--Mamaw's is still the busiest place in Louisville =).  I sure hope to see more of my family this summer at the lake.  They make me happy and whole.

Zac and I making the rounds for SKyPAC and doing our best to promote our summer camp.  Our team of two has been invited to more speaking engagements, career fairs, community outreach opportunities, it's hard keeping up with it all.  By the way, the early bird deadline is tomorrow, sign up now:

SKyPAC summer camp application

Look out SWHS, your prom chaperone's are here to put the smack down.  Holy cow, this prom was nicer than my wedding reception.  Matt and I were asked to chaperone for two hours last weekend and run the blackjack table on the casino deck.

I have to admit I was a little stressed about prom, mainly because I don't own dressy outfits.  Matt and I are far from fancy.  On top of that, I don't even own a nice pair of dress shoes.  My mission last Saturday was to locate and purchase a nice pair of black heels.  Thank you TJ Maxx for inexpensive, cute shoes.

I think Matt, some of the staff and myself were entertained playing blackjack, more so than the students =).

Matt and his friend Sky, handsomest fellows of the evening in my opinion.

Matt's granny is an extra special woman.  When our kids were itty bitty, she kept them every Friday so I could enjoy a few hours of sanity free time.  She has suffered with Alzheimer's for the past two years. We do our best to go and visit her as often as we can.  We celebrated her birthday on Sunday with sandwiches and GiGi's cupcakes.  We love you GRANNY!

• In other April news, our lawnmower gave up on it's existence along with our water heater--needless to say, it's been an expensive end to the month.  
•  Coughing is abundant in our home, thank you Kentucky pollen.
• Along with that came a lovely stomach, fever, headache bug that Isaac caught early this morning. There's nothing like hearing your husband at 6:45 encourage your son …"get to toilet bud, get to the toilet"  and then hearing the inevitable barfing noises--ugh.  Tis the allergy/stomach bug season, eh?