It is so hard and tragic for me to be doing Easter all by myself this year. Röbby thought he might take the children to his mother’s for the holiday, but I couldn’t bear to be without my lil’ angles on such an important day!
Hummus’s cute little preschool had a special event on Saturday morning where the children of the church members participated in a prayer vigil and the worldly children met the Easter bunny. Such fun for everyone!
Hummus is so reserved and he wasn’t crazy about the Easter Bunny! He might have preferred the prayer vigil. LOL.
This morning we all got dressed up and got ready for church, but there wasn’t a convenient service.
We looked amazing.
We spent the day driving around looking for a good church. A lot of the congregations looked kind of lower class. The kids all got hungry and started crying and obviously I couldn’t be expected to make an entire dinner on my own. I dropped them off at Grandmama’s late afternoon. I hope she enjoyed them!
I was passing through our conservatory over the weekend and I noticed something behind one of the cushions on a bench we have out there. It was pretty well hidden because it is the same color as the color on the throw pillows and it just blended right in. It might have been there for months!
Can you see it back there?
When I pulled it out it was Merlin’s dolly!
Last year I refitted a storage closet as Merlin’s room since I desperately needed more space for exercising and obviously he didn’t really need a big room filled with his toys and books. I curated his bookshelf so that he now has just three books, all vintage and picturesque and he has just a small wodden airplane and a retro metal rocketship. I got rid of all of his stuffed toys too, since they were all worn out and ugly.
Ugh! Lion Baby was filthy looking and worn out. Merlin cried quite a bit when he found out that he was gone, but he barely mentions him anymore.
I was able to find an artist to create a fun and modern looking soft toy to keep on his bed so his room looked cohesive. And now I find it behind a pillow in the conservatory?
When I confronted Merlin he started crying again. He said his doll scares him! I do not need a wimpy boy in my life right now. I have too much going on.
It’s a doll. Nothing scary here.
I made him march his doll right back upstairs to his bedroom and I will be checking to make sure it is there every single morning. Someday he will appreciate what I personally sacrificed so he can grow up in a beautiful and harmonious environment. Right now he is putting on quite a show of silent weeping, though.