You've discovered the secret to easy bedtime - late-night Bible reading.
After listening to The Easter Story on CD, your two year old retained some important bits of information:
~"Jesus crashed the tables!!!"
(Then Jesus went into the temple of God and drove out all those who bought and sold in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves.)
~"He was naked! And he wanted a drink!" (For I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.)
Unfortunately, those were not exactly the parts we need her to remember (and subsequently emulate). And yet, we're not surprised those are the parts that stuck out for her.
You feel guilty when it's time to cut the backyard because, to your girls, those 18" tall dandelions are beautiful wildflowers.
After taking photos on Easter morning, aside from the more important task of capturing memories for posterity, you notice that you have passed your poke-your-booty-and-belly-out posture to your eldest...if things like "posture" are hereditary, that is. Poor kid.
Immediately after returning home at 1am from a return-from-Maryland-trip during which Ben and Abby spent 13 hours bickering and agitating each other in the backseat, they both climbed into Abby's top bunk to continue their slumber. Go figure.
One of the best things about having a newborn? Getting to dress them in potato sacks.
For some reason your two year old thinks that the mere sound of you turning on the shower is an invitation for her to join you.
While playing Life with the oldest three kids - everyone opted to go to college except the two year old whose career ended up as "Entertainer." Meanwhile, your college-going son chose to protect his fellow citizens and become a police officer only to be dissatisfied with his paycheck. Somehow this seems all too prophetic.
You've heard about people climbing walls, but you didn't realize until you had kids that it was literal.
If ever you take your eyes off of your poor, bald newborn and take a look back, you find her being constantly adorned (against her will, I might add) with hair accessories thanks to her fashion-conscious older sisters.
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!