things were hopping moving this Easter

It's amazing how quickly holidays fly by now that I am an "adult."

But it doesn't mean it's any less fun. Or busy.

Our Easter began with all of us sleeping through our alarms.

Nothing like getting to church late on Easter morning. We had to stand for half of the service. Good times. But I digress.

Amara awoke to her Easter basket filled to the brim with goodies.


I hurriedly got her dressed and out the door for church and for dinner at Grandma2Amara's.


After stuffing ourselves silly with ham and all the fixings, Dad2Amara rushed home so we could...pack.

Yes, we signed the contract on a new house!

Our realtor came over Friday and suggested we pack up most of our stuff for staging.

Now, you don't have to take my word for it. However, I am not a pack rat. And clutter drives me crazy. So I can honestly say everything has a purpose and a place in my home.

So it confused me to be instructed to pack up our belongings.

But right now, my realtor's wish is my every command.

So we purged our earthly possessions as much as we could in six hours before calling it a night.

The purge will continue all week. And hopefully we'll have the house on the market come next week.

We're so excited to be moving. We'll have more space. A better school district for Amara. And we'll shave more than 10 minutes on our commute.

We're moving and shaking now. Be prepared for more posts to come on the house building process!

Easter basket drama

It's 30-something degrees out.

Amara doesn't have a pink pair of tights for this weekend.

And the Easter bunny had a dang of a time filling her basket.

Ahhhh, the first day of spring.

I have never stressed out over Amara's Easter basket. But for some reason this year, I felt tremendous pressure to have the perfect gifts from the Easter bunny.

I knew Grandma2Amara would buy a ton of candy. Plus I didn't want all that stuff in my house. Because you know it wouldn't be Amara eating it all.

And I don't think the Easter bunny would conceivably hit Gymboree for a dress.

So what would I buy her?

And what would I buy Cousins2Amara, whose mom probably would rather me stay away from the spring treats too?

I scoured Target. I went up and down aisle by aisle, in search of anything that wasn't too kitschy. Because kitsch meant I would hate it by week's end. And I wanted something perhaps educational...but not too educational that the kids would hate me.

My head hurt just thinking about it.

And wouldn't you know it. I found books. And DVD's. And cars inside colorful eggs (obviously not for Amara). And notebooks. And colored pencils.

Once the Easter bunny delivers the goods, I'll have pictures for you.

But I just wanted to prove that it is possible -- you can buy things other than candy for your basket!