Happy Easter

I didn't get any cute Easter pics of my girls today :( And they did look oh-so-cute in their fru-fru Easter dresses. Daddy actually had the day off of work, so we were excited to have the chance to go to church as a family for the first time since December. yahoo. But somehow we were running late, so I decided I'd take pics after church (famous last words, right. Are you sensing the foreshadowing?)

So we got to church a few minutes late, just as they were singing the opening hymn. We were late enough that we ended up sitting in the overflow - the gymnasium area at the back of the chapel. On hard metal chairs where it is really super loud (if you're not getting the foreshadowing now . . .)

The girls were being angels, but about 1/2 way through the service, Bryn decided to spit out an entire package of fruit snacks. Since I was trying to save her fru-fru, dry clean only dress, I caught it all in my hands. It was a sticky mess, and I asked Daddy to hand me a wipe from the bag that he packed. His response to me: "you didn't ask me to pack wipes!!" Hello! Do I have to ask you to pack wipes? Isn't that just a given? I ran out to the car, and luckily found 2 or 3 in my emergency stash. It would be enough to clean up the sticky mess. We'd just have to hope she didn't poop (ok - you've got to be catching on to where this is going by now. Or do I have to mention that we'd had Mexican for dinner the night before . . .)

About this time, Bryn and G decide they both want to play with the Cinderella magnetic paper dolls. G wins out, and Bryn proceeds to throw the mother-of-all-tantrums. It was a bad one, even for her. And the echo from where we were sitting made her screams reverberate throughout the chapel. Everyone was staring. Daddy took her into the hall, which just made her even madder. Everyone in the entire service was disrupted. So, I went out to help. Daddy literally threw her at me and went to sit down with G. But somehow in the mix of things, he'd failed to notice that she had a poo-splosion. A complete diarrhea blowout that as her threw her at me, was now splattered all over my cute white outfit. I took her into the bathroom and tried my best to clean us up with the few resources I had. She wanted nothing to do with it, and proceeded to commence round 2 of the tantrum. Apparently it was disrupting everyone in the service again (this time echoing through the bathroom), so Daddy came to help out. When he saw the poo-covered state of things, we gathered up our stuff and left. We actually ended up needing baths at home.

Needless to say, we didn't get any Easter pics. And we did look so cute. Maybe next year. . .