what my Easter weekend looked like

I've been seeing so many cute family pictures on Facebook of Easter festivities.

On the contrary, our family was not together.  We didn't dye eggs.  and we didn't have a family picture made.

John was working.

I filled Saturday with a whole lot of errands, to distract me from the fact that we were spending another holiday weekend apart.

I knocked out a garage sale, a bank deposit, the thrift store, and the toy store in about an hour and a half.

The garage sale was awesome except for the amazing tantrum Beckham threw as soon as we walked up the driveway because he wanted the Thomas the train "computer" that was just within his reach and eye level.  When I said we had to put it back, you can just imagine the screaming that commenced.  Too bad I don't have the pictures to prove it.  I do, however, have a picture of him holding the precious computer.  because i got it for him.  I know, I know.... I put B in his car seat and was about to drive off, when i thought how much fun it would be to give it to him.  Talked the lady down from $6 to $3.  He was a happy camper.

The bank deposit was smooth sailing except for the mysterious police guard that kept staring me down. Yeah, I'm a serious threat like that.

The thrift store was unsuccessful in terms of shopping (probably a good thing), but majorly successful in the potty attempt in an unfamiliar restroom.  way to go, buddy.

The live bunnies were very cute, but Beckham was much more interested in the "big jet plane".  Oh, and his favorite person was there...the Easter bunny.  I have never seen a child LOVE costumed animals so much in my life.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

Did I mention that John was working?

Church was going well and it was great to see everyone.  There was a sweet egg hunt indoors at our church.  Beckham returned from the nursery right before communion.  I was pleasantly surprised (no, thrilled) to see that he was still wearing the outfit that I brought him in (NO accidents).  I gave him a lot of praise and hugged that sweet little body tight and was feeling that "I love my child so much" feeling that makes parenting all worth it.

and then he peed on me.

We are just a few rows away from heading up to the front for communion, so it's me, Beckham, and our pee clothes heading forward like it 'aint no thang".

Beckham peed again in the car seat on the way home.

Fast forward a few hours and we arrive at a sweet family's house that invited us over for Easter dinner.  So nice to be invited.  So nice to have somewhere to go.  Thankfully, John got off just in time to join us.

It would have been even better if Beckham didn't throw his food off the table or refuse to eat anything except for fruit.

But pooping in his pants was the highlight.  oh, and the meltdown he had as we were leaving.  "Thanks for having us!"

As I reflect on my not-so-great weekend, I am reminded that Jesus rose from the dead....not only for sunny weather days with ironed Easter clothes and pretty pictures, but also for gray days, when it's hard to be a doctor's wife, and I don't have the energy to look pretty or take a picture.

But all I want is a sweet photo of us all dressed up to the nines (i say to myself in a whiny voice), and then He gently reminds me that His Resurrection is about SO much more than pretty pictures or yummy food.  It's about hope, and choosing to believe right in the middle of my muck, that Jesus is offering me life.