
Here's our annual Easter picture of the kids with the lamb cake. Today I had to speak in church, and I compared making cake in a cast iron lamb cake mold (of course I brought it to church so I could bang it on the pulpit; wouldn't you?) to using Jesus' life as a pattern for our own. I think everybody was transfixed on the cake aspect of my talk — Mmmmmm ... caaaaake. I'll have to remember to mention pastry next time I speak.


Last night the Easter Bunny hid plastic eggs full of chocolate and giant Sweet Tarts around the house. Everybody had eight eggs to find in their assigned color, and as it turns out, each kid, even the big ones, needed help to find one last egg. Claire found out she could fit two of the giant Sweet Tarts in her mouth at the same time. Just one of those things gives me a sugar headache, so after she loaded the second doublet I opted for the finger sweep. It'll be OK, I never used that finger much anyway.