I Miss Easter Dresses

Yesterday we dyed eggs. We decided not to attend a neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt as we were at Arundel Mills Mall for my son’s 7th birthday outing and lunch. He chose to have lunch at the Johnny Rockets and visit the Lego Store. I have sooo much to write about our experience at the Lego Store!

In the evening after the children were in bed, I assembled Easter baskets. Uh…I helped the Easter Bunny assemble the baskets. Yeah, that’s right.

Love traditions. Love Christmas…Easter…Valentine’s Day…the Tooth Fairy. I do have a hard time when traditions change. For years, I searched and pondered and fretted over what my girls would wear for Easter Sunday Mass. At times the grandparents would buy a dress, but often I would shop for matching dresses. Oh how I miss those days.

The frills. The matching bag and hat. The white socks and shiny shoes. Now I am lucky if my girls wear something that matches. I have more than once told one of  my daughters to NOT wear jeans. I have given up on one of them wearing dress shoes. Sure, wear sneakers…just get in the car.

My son…now my son is a pleasure to dress. He only has to fuss once. I will say the phrase which will ensure compliance: “But, you want to look like Daddy, don’t you?” My son will run to the closet as quick as a flash to find his blazer, tie, and dress shirt.

kids,grandparents,EasterHere’s a blast from the past: The Musings from Me family Easter circa 2005. My son was about 2.

Easter,kids,grandparentsAnother look at how we looked in 2006…Note I am still wearing the same Easter outfit 4 years later. I bought from a friend’s Weekender clothing party. I love the outfit, but it screams EASTER OUTFIT. I cannot wear it any other day of the year except perhaps a wedding…in the spring.

Today the kids were dressed nicely, but quickly changed out of Easter clothes once we arrived at the grandparents’ house.

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