Not much going on around here lately. Been feeling all spring cleaning-y, so I cleaned out the kids’ toys, books, art supplies, and scrubbed down almost the whole house. I also did the big, annual spring job of going through all the boxes of girls’ spring clothes to figure out who fits in what this year. Trinity (age 6) and Anika (age 5) tend to be only one year apart in clothes, so whatever Trinity outgrows one summer, Anika is in the next year and it’s hard to tell who is going to fit into what.

Of course, they don’t mind because they get to go spend 45 minutes doing fashion show and fighting over who gets which dress this year. Hmmm, now that I think about it, that’s sort of disturbing in that, “what are they going to be like as teenagers” type of way. Yikes! Actually, after last year when Trinity cried every time I pulled out something that didn’t fit and thus became Anika’s (oh no, not my fish dress! oh no, not my apple shorts!), I decided to buy Trinity her new clothes before we sorted through the boxes. This year went much better… Kyra and Faith are also one year apart in clothes, but they’re still little enough that they don’t get bent out of shape about whose is what yet.

You all ready for Easter? We’re going over to Handsome Hubby’s grandparents’ farm this evening for an Easter egg hunt, which sounds like a lot of fun. They invited Hubby’s family and my family (parents and brother’s family) to come too, so should be a pretty good shin dig. For Easter we are going to have a fancy lunch at church (our church has a potluck every Sunday after the service, and on holidays they organize it all into a pretty swanky meal), and then all the extended family is coming over to our house afterwards for snacks, desserts, and hanging around.

This last Sunday my older three kids schmoozed their grandparents into taking them home after church so they could hang around and play with their little buddies for a bit longer (Hubby and I tend to clear out right after the meal so we can get the little ones down for a nap before they completely melt), and my parents decided to stay and spend the evening with us. You should have seen my house! I had started going through all the boxes of clothes on Saturday and then didn’t finish, so my entire living room was completely covered in seven sizes of clothes (three of those got weeded out and are going back to the garage) all piled up by size. At least my kitchen was manageable.

You know, my mother is one of the only people who I don’t mind seeing my house when it is in nuclear bomb mode. It doesn’t phase her at all when my house is a disaster, and she actually believes me when I tell her my house was clean two hours ago (or twenty minutes ago). I don’t think my Dad notices whether the house is studded with landmines or immaculate as long as the couch is empty enough for him to snooze on. Kind of a plus as well. That’s all to say that the evening was relaxing despite the swamp that was my house.

Have a terrific Easter, and I’ll talk to you next week!

Rachel