Monday, April 18, 2011

A Triumphant Sort of Weekend

Mark 11: 1-11

11:1 Now when they drew near to Jerusalem, to Bethphage and Bethany, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus [1] sent two of his disciples and said to them, “Go into the village in front of you, and immediately as you enter it you will find a colt tied, on which no one has ever sat. Untie it and bring it. If anyone says to you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord has need of it and will send it back here immediately.’” And they went away and found a colt tied at a door outside in the street, and they untied it. And some of those standing there said to them, “What are you doing, untying the colt?” And they told them what Jesus had said, and they let them go. And they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it, and he sat on it. And many spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy branches that they had cut from the fields. And those who went before and those who followed were shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! 10 Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David! Hosanna in the highest!”
11 And he entered Jerusalem and went into the temple. And when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the twelve.


And so it begins. :)  Yesterday was Palm Sunday in case you missed the memo. It's a day that we remember Christ's Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem as crowds shouted praise, placed palm branches and cloaks at His feet, and clamored to get a look at Jesus himself. Funny that just a handful of days later, some of these same worshippers would be shouting "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"

We're a fickle people, we are. 

I hope that you all had a great weekend! :) Ours was wonderful and full of unplanned last minute sort of favorite kind. But first things first, while this death doesn't come close to the death of Jesus in any way shape or form, can we please have a moment of silence for... my hairbrush? 

Poor, poor brush. You fell on the floor and broke in two. You were so good to me, little brush. You got me through college and my first two were with me through thick and thin...through good hair days and sickness and in health. Now you're gone. In a trash bag somewhere.

For real, I felt bad throwing something in the garbage that I've had for so long. And while I can be all light-hearted and make fun of the fact that I'm lamenting over a "thing" I would be lying if I didn't admit that my heart sunk a bit when I closed the trash can lid on this old trusty friend. (Luckily I found a brush just like this one with a squishy handle! Verdict is still out on whether or not the squishy handle is awesome or a little bit freaky.)

We did so many things this weekend that I just didn't get pictures of...because I was too busy living to whip out the camera. :) Like the massive Easter egg hunt we attended at the last minute early Saturday morning. First Baptist Church of Waterloo hosted a wonderful event for the littles, and I jumped at the chance to take the girls when my mom asked if we wanted to tag along. They had over 2,000 eggs and literally 25-30 children. I am not exaggerating even a little bit when I say that the room set up for the 2's and under was carpeted in eggs. We had to tiptoe to NOT step on a stinkin egg. And there were tables covered in those bright and shiny plastic goodies.

Evelyn had a blast. She filled up her bucket twice before pooping out, and I swear when we left there were at least a hundred eggs still lying around. Now I'm up to my elbows in Easter candy and Silly Bandz. Haha.

The next morning I was super excited to dress Gracie in an Evelyn hand-me-down:

Observe my daughters side by side, if you will:

Gracie on the left, Evie on the right. Boy am I glad for the different backgrounds, because years from now I would have surely gotten these mixed up!

*Sigh* It isn't often that Grace can wear something of Evie's. My babies were born in two totally different seasons, so their clothing sizes rarely match up with the correct time of year. (This outfit used to belong to their cousin sure is getting a lot of use!)

My girls. Getting too big. Stop time, just stop it!

Eric, the girls, and I were sitting at lunch with my father-in-law after church on Sunday when he sprung on us that he bought a new car and needed us to help him get it. So we rearranged our plans for the day to drive home this baby:

It's no donkey, and no one threw palm branches at our feet, but we did ride into town in a Triumph. A 1975 Triumph TR6, to be exact. :)

I think it is hilarious that we picked up a Triumph on the day we celebrate the Triumphal Entry of Christ. Seriously? I think it was meant to be or something.

It was an amazing ride home. Okay, who am I kidding? I was praying the entire time that I would make it back to my babies in one piece. It's a fun car...but it's definitely not a family car if ya know what I mean.

However, my family did love it. Eric's dad brought the car by my parent's house where Evelyn got a big kick out of this giant toy.

Pretty sure my dad got a kick out of it, too. Boys and their toys, what can I say? :)

I believe we're raising another motor head in the family, as if there could possibly be room for anymore! Between Eric's parent's house and mine I believe there are four boats, a car trailer, two motor homes, two trucks, a Suburban, three cars, and now two classic sports cars...more than that if you count the disassembled ones. And if you add in riding lawn mowers and other random machinery...well...there's lots of that stuff, too. (And do you think they are done collecting? Bahaha...ask their wives.) I love my dads! <--Thought I should throw that in there, in case there was any doubt.

As usual there was lots of walking, lots of talking, and lots of family lovin' this weekend, too. And as usual my house crumbled to peices with all of our packing up and leaving at the last minute stuff. Eric shared a secret with me on a walk we took one evening that I am definitely holding him to. My darling husband can't keep a secret for long, and I love it. As soon as our debt is paid off, he's hiring a cleaning service to come in twice a month to help this girl out. Don't you think I'll forget about that one, dear. :) Schedule them for Monday mornings, please!

Hehe. (And for anyone reading this thinking that a stay at home mom has no reason to need a cleaning service...whoa buddy, do I have an entire blog post just for you. I DARE you to say it!) Kidding! But not really....

So team, let's head out and have a good week, shall we? It's Holy Week! If we have any reason to celebrate any time of the year, it's right this very moment. I'm trying to think of creative ways to share the Easter story with my babies. If you have any ideas shoot them my way, pretty please.

Happy Monday!

1 comment:

Sarah said...

I have had the same hair brush since junior high & I'm afraid the bad boy is going to fall to pieces any day now. I saw the squishy handle brush at the store. Kinda cool..but whyyyy is is squishy??

I am seriously IN LOVE with Evie's pigtails :) awwww


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