Happy Easter!

Yet again, thanks to Aunt Beck, it seems we have found ourselves a new family tradition! When they were little, Grandma did "magic milk" for Easter. This was back in the day when milk was delivered straight to the house. My dad was able to procure one of the bottles they actually would have used! We had a couple more on hand and decided to do an array of colors which the girls just loved. 

Since Christmas stockings are always filled with Pringles, we thought it might be fun to pair the magic milk with their favorite cereal and that was a huge hit. After digging into their baskets, the girls grabbed their cereal and bellied up to the table to have it along with the magic milk. It really worked out well and we are definitely keeping this tradition for the future!

Along with the milk bottle, my parents also got each of the girls their every own bunny cake!

 They were pretty excited about those as well.

Dad couldn't quite get ready in enough time, but Mom was able to come with us to church. I'm glad I was able to snap a pretty photo of my girls with her.

My own Little Women!

I'm not feeling photogenic these days, but a family photo is a must!

Things were so busy with my parents (my dad got a little sick) that we skipped over doing charades with the parables. After they left, the girls requested to do it and I can't remember when I've laughed so hard. Here they are doing the parable of the lost sheep. Notice the mop handle Liesel is using as a shepherd's crook, the sheep's fleece (an apron) Ireland has on her back, the dog pillow and the squishmallow that are also a part of the flock and the flower lei that makes Gita a sheep as well.

The crème de la crème was the parable of the Good Samaritan. Ireland was the person who was robbed and left for dead. Liesel initially ran in with a pig mask to assault her. Then she returned with various outfits to be represent the priest, the Levite and finally the Good Samaritan. We were rolling!

That's the thing about parenting- you never know which traditions will be forgotten and which ones will sink into them to the point it's not truly a holiday without them. I'm loving that the girls are getting old enough to speak up about which traditions mean the most to them, and maybe even some we might like to start. It's never too late to start a family tradition!