Living in Alison's Land of Oblivion has it's merits, however, it has prevented me from knowing about resurrection eggs.
While perusing my favorite blogs this afternoon, I happened upon this post from Heather about her homemade version of resurrection eggs.
I happen to have a whole bag of plastic eggs bought on clearance last year and am eager to give this a try.
I might not be the most regular church attender, but I certainly want to do my best to teach Caroline about Easter's true focus.
She knows it, but I hope that soon she'll really understand.
Easter isn't just about ham, chocolate bunnies and jelly beans.
Ooh, jelly beans!
I like jelly beans.
And, I just remembered that I bought a bag yesterday when shopping for Caroline's Easter basket goodies.
They're in my trunk. I should go fish them out.
They probably don't appreciate being shoved in a bag with some purple Wal Mart crocs and a water gun. I try to limit the amount of candy in the basket, so I end up filling it with other things sidewalk chalk and stickers.
Cavities or clutter?
Not sure which is worse.
Actually, I don't necessarily limit the candy for Caroline's sake. Her will power is fine.
I'm the one with the problem.
Now I'm off to