Easter Sunday

 We had our Easter egg and basket hunt after church this year.  We really tried to get the kids to understand the true meaning of Easter.  Earlier in the week I had prepared a family home evening where the kids got to find eggs that had symbols and scriptures in them.  We watched To This End Was I Born and the kids were really good.  They were asking questions, they were concerned about Jesus.  We were shocked that they both payed attention and they were both reverent.

 

 That hardly ever happens.  Jace even sang the songs and that truely NEVER happens.  I was so proud of him.  For the activity/ treat I had planned to make Resurrection Rolls.  I put Jace in charge but really I was in charge.  I explained that they needed to be reverent because we were going to be talking about Jesus.  Both kids agreed.  Resurrection rolls are made by dipping a white marshmallow in butter and cinnemon then covering it with a Crescent roll.  The marshmallow represents Jesus, pure and white.  The butter and Cinnemon represents the oils and spices used to prepare his body for burial. The crescent roll represents the clothing his friends wrapped him in.  After you bake the rolls in the oven/ tomb, the marshmallow has melted and is no longer there.

Things were going smoothly until I started explaining to Jace what he was supposed to say since he was in charge.  He just kept cracking up and would not be reverent which got Brooke going too and she has the loudest laugh on earth.  I reminded them that needed to be reverent and we would try again.  Here is where I messed up.  After I gave them a warning and it happened again they should have immediately gone to time out - those are our family rules.  I think because the oven was already preheated and I had spent some time and effort preparing this activity I decided to just let them have a second chance and hope they would be good.  (Bad decision)  Every time I started explaining how the marshmallow represented Jesus they would both just crack up laughing and say silly things like "Ï'm Jesus and I'm swimming in butter" in a silly, irreverent voice.  It was driving me crazy.  I kept giving them chances but they just kept on being silly.  I threatened to stop the activity completely and was getting angrier by the minute but I didn't follow through (you have to follow through) Jace kept negotiating his way out of things.  It was driving me crazy.  I finally just blew up.  I spanked them both and dragged Jace to the time out spot. Craig came in to see my screaming at the kids that they needed to be reverent and that they were ruining everything.  Craig politely reminded me that I needed to be reverent too.  I felt so embarrassed and horrible that I had ruined family night.  At least it went well earlier for the lesson.  So if you want to have a reverent activity, don't talk about dipping Jesus in butter...

My little Easter angels.