Sometimes the Easter bunny finds you in the most obscure situations. Similarly, so does Jesus. Thank goodness!!! Happy Easter everyone!

Praise for the Littlest Ginger and his second ever dry pull-up came to an abrupt end when he went into another part of the camper and announced, “I just peed in my dry pull-up. It was empty and it needed something in it.”

I am not sure which is more embarrassing — Ginger3 announcing (in the grocery store check-out) we’re camping for spring break because “we’re a bunch of hillbillies,” or Ginger4 asking, after a dip in the pool, “Mom, do we need to take a shower after this, or does this take care of it?” (For the record, “this” took care of it).

We’re in Florida, celebrating Spring Break, and Ginger3 is complaining about a hiking “adventure” I decided we would take. He maintains, “We live miserable lives.” I am sure he is simply perfecting his craft of sarcasm.

When gingers love the beach, you make an investment in Coppertone.

I am playing against Ginger3, and he is doing the guessing. He concludes, “You can’t love me because I don’t have an ‘o’ in my name!” Paul and I enjoyed a good laugh, failing to realize I had spelled ‘you’ incorrectly.

The Littlest Ginger has had his fair share of disappointments recently, but the biggest one happened last night when he had his first ever soccer practice (Thanks, Mother Nature!). We were thrilled for him– he has been waiting for this moment forever. When he arrived, he discovered that there was no goalie in his instructional age group. Tears ensued, and Jack was angry that we had signed him up to play in this league, saying, “It’s not real soccer if there’s no goalie!” I thought his disappointment would subside with time, but I thought waaay wrong. He is still upset, a day later. I think it’s humorous the number of times I anticipate something will be fun and exciting and my kids make it into something else.