It’s always best to start a blog entry with Sara. She’s my best work yet 
In fine Southern tradition, I broke down at Wayne’s insistence and we got Sara an Easter dress. Actually, she doesn’t have any dresses for the coming season, so it might actually get worn a couple of times. The warm spring weather evaporated on Friday and replaced itself with cold and rainy (Seattle is back!) The weather has kept us inside this weekend. Jon and Claire came over per Saturday tradition to watch Battlestar Galactica. It has some interesting overtones of religion, but definitely with an irreverent attitude.
Sara is playing over at Jon and Claire’s for our Easter brunch. She picked up this book, More Than a Carpenter. One of the things I pondered this Easter is about out own family’s Easter traditions. I polled a couple of Christian friends about whether they did Easter baskets or not. It was half and half. The half that didn’t saw it as a commercialism of symbols that don’t do anything to signify Jesus. On the other hand, I have many wonderful memories, imprinted by greed I’m sure, of morning Easter baskets and chocolate. We decided to go with the Easter basket. We did the store bought one this year do the lateness of my decision, but I think we’ll try for something more individual next year.
It was fun to remember how I first discovered Easter. I became a Chrisitian at 15 yo. Until then, Easter was pretty much a secular holiday for me. I hadn’t been very attentive to the church going activities of my peers. In my ditziness, I hadn’t connected that the holiday of Easter was Jesus’ resurrection. It was a very special Easter full of new meaning when I made this revelation with my relationship with Christ. Kinda silly still.
We served communion at the 7:15 am service this morning. We got up at 5am to get ready. It was odd to wake up and not have Sara awake. She normally gets up by 6am. In church this morning, I got to sing the Hallelujah chorus with the choir. Evidently, Sara was dancing to the Hallelujah chorus and twirling in her dress in the nursery. Pastor Dan talked about resurrection and it’s power to change.
We ate brunch with Jon and Claire. Claire has a crummy cold that’s making her feel sick. Despite that, she made Dutch Baby with powdered sugar and strawberries with tea and irish soda bread. We rested for a bit and then had the second course of Italian sausage strada and fruit salad w/strawberries, mango, cantalope, kiwi with a mint citrus dressing. We got licked alot by the chops and enjoyed the Sunday paper.
Jon took this picture of us in front of their blooming rhodies. All the blooms are early this year. Our fruit tree is about to blossom 1 month too early.
This week, Sara said “again” twice. We’ve taken to giving her zrberts on her belly. Since she’s coordinated enough to block me now, I make her lift her hands above her head. She always does it even though she knows a tickle is coming. She now knows that when Mommy takes off her glasses and starts to hum the theme from Jaws that tickling is about to commence. It’s funny that that’s the symbol Dad used to use with me and David for tickling fights.
When she got the bunny, she made the sign for bunny which is her hand waving vertically like a bunny jumping. She is still enamored with sign language, but her babbling has increased dramatically.
