Hoping everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend. We enjoyed lots of family time and celebrating what we believe to be Easter's true purpose, as well as some silly traditions. I'm so grateful for the knowledge of our Savior's sacrifice, made to ensure we could one day return to him. Scarlett is grateful for the Easter bunny and hopefully after our chat, she is also as grateful for the true meaning of Easter, as a three-year-old can be. Last night Scarlett was up until midnight on a "holiday sugar high." What can I say? I throw all candy rules out the window on special days. Welles conked out as his usual hour even with the one permitted sucker, of which he only licked half of. He found his first sucker earlier this week (one Scarlett tossed on the floor in a fit of rage after I told her she couldn't have it) and lit up as if he was seeing the world through a whole new set of lenses. So now he knows of sugar and all of it's glory. I'm not some great mom who hid it from him because I'm wonderfully healthy. He just refuses to put anything that isn't pureed into his mouth, so we hadn't given him candy before. Now he'll only eat mushy foods and apparently sugar that is rock hard and on a stick.
It's fun having a child at an age where they finally understand holidays. Scott and I are combining traditions from our childhoods and creating our own. Scarlett loves it all. Her imagination spins at the thought of a giant creepy bunny coming into our home and leaving goodies for her. She was thrilled coming down the stairs and seeing her basket filled. I'm loving this new phase of parenthood.
Happy new week, folks!