Easter Sunday

Our Easter Sunday started out like this....

Yeah, not too pretty. I had this brilliant idea to go over to our friends, the Cannon's, house to take each other's family pictures for Easter Sunday. We thought we could get everyone organized in the morning before they lost steam midday. Jacks had other plans. He proceeded to completely lose it, deciding that he needed to have a series of high holy hissy fits instead of smiling for a sum total of 30 seconds. As a result, none of us (Dyers) could quite get it together.

Here is Jacks having a break down in the azaleas.
Heather has 4 kids. One is still an infant, so he still not in the thick of it, but of the other three, none of them were as ill behaved as Jacks. Not even close. Here I am having words with Jacks in hopes that he can get it together. Yes, that is my slip hanging out of the back of my skirt.

Jacks was so bad, that even young Holt decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He took Jacks by the hand and led him in the right direction, as if to say, "Be cool, man. Come on, just be cool."


Things did not improve when we got home. We have little photographic evidence of that period of time.....

In the late afternoon, after nap didn't happen, we decided to go visit Pinetucket to see our cousins Dickson and Mary Leda. On our way over there, we talked to Jacks about who we were visiting, and Jacks has been over there before. But, when we arrived and we told Jacks to say hello to Dickson, he took one look at him and said quietly and kind of awe-struck, "Santa."This was the only time during all of Easter Sunday that Jacks decided to be a good boy. Do all children inherently know to behave for fear that Santa will pass them by at Christmastime? Although Jacks was well behaved and sweet, he also decided it was okay to have a little fun with "Santa."
Here he is tagging Dickson in the butt and running away laughing.



The day might not have gone as planned, but it was certainly memorable....