Easter Eve Nathan was at Church for a meeting and I was putting the kids to bed and thinking about ice cream. Emma wasn't staying in bed very well (as usual) and I didn't want to get any ice cream out until the kids were all asleep. Jeremy kept playing with the shadows on his wall and putting his legs up straight in the air--entertaining Emma.I finally got to a point where I thought it would be safe to get the ice cream out and when I opened it I saw slush. Nasty melted ice cream soup. I checked the juice--melted; chicken--thawed; ice--water; sausage--mushy; breaded okra--just sad, sad, sad.
I opened the fridge: milk--warm.
Great.
I called Nathan at church, luckily his meeting hadn't started yet, and told him what happened. So I got on the Lowe's website and found the fridge we'd been thinking about getting. We knew we were going to buy a more efficient fridge, we just weren't sure when--now we knew for certain when that purchase would take place--in half an hour.
I ran upstairs, got the kids out of bed (still not asleep), slapped some flip flops on them, and took them to Lowe's--pajamas and all.
We found the fridge, paid, left for the grocery store to buy four bags of ice to try to salvage what we could, and went home.On the bright side--Emma fell asleep in the car and Megan, Jeremy, and I had milk and Oreos together before they easily went to bed.
So now we have this wonderful new machine. Please don't look at the messiness on the side and the fact that the cupboards behind the fridge don't have doors. Nathan had to take them off and saw the wood under them to make the fridge fit. Our house was built before the now standard size fridges.
It sticks out more than the last one, but the room inside it is worth it.
Lowe's was kind enough to delivery it on Easter, since it was an emergency and they usually guarantee next day delivery anyway. I felt really bad making people work on Easter Sunday--but I didn't know what else to do. The guys that delivered it seemed more worried about missing the Cav's game though. So I guess it wasn't a big deal to them.
Now on Easter Sunday (and actually Saturday before the dead refrigerator) we watched
General Conference. Most of you who read my blog already know what that is, but some of you don't, so I'll explain.
(This is the Conference Center)Twice a year on Saturday and Sunday our Church holds a General Conference, once in April, and once six months later in October. At these meetings (which we watch over the internet) we get to hear from the Prophet, Thomas S. Monson, and the apostles, as well as other leaders of our Church, including sisters who preside over the Relief Society (which is the largest nonprofit women's organization in the world) and the Children's Primary. It's a great opportunity to feel the spirit of the Lord and be reminded of what's important. This conference was especially great since it happened to fall on Easter Sunday.
If you want to know more about it you can follow the link above. You'll also get to hear The Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing!
This might look a little more familiar to those of you who are only a little familiar with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. That's actually Nathan and me on our wedding day.
Those of you who aren't familiar with our Church or maybe hear something and have questions, feel free to ask me anything and I'll answer anything you've got.
Of course we did Easter baskets for the kids, too. We don't have a picture of Jeremy finding his, because Emma was too excited and brought it out of its hiding spot in the fireplace as soon as she saw him coming down the stairs. She ran it over to him, too excited to let him find it. I'll get pictures of kids in their Easter clothes later, too. I still need to find Jeremy a new tie. . . .
Emma's basket was hiding behind her diaper box
Megan's basket was hiding in the pantry
Sorry for the incredibly long post. It was just such an exciting weekend!
It sticks out more than the last one, but the room inside it is worth it.
(This is the Conference Center)
This might look a little more familiar to those of you who are only a little familiar with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. That's actually Nathan and me on our wedding day.
Emma's basket was hiding behind her diaper box
Megan's basket was hiding in the pantry
The same family has been doing this for 54 years. They hollow out the eggs, color them with enamel paint, the grandma draws everything out, and then the grandkids place the eggs on their posts to keep them in place. Isn't that cool? And surprisingly she said it isn't a year round thing for them, but that they start doing everything in January.
When he finally went to get his shoes, he actually got his shoes before bothering to pick up his Easter basket. Funny kid.
