I woke up and started to slow cook the beans (for 20 people) I'd pre-soaked all night for our friend's party. (I've never used dried beans, and thought, "how hard could it be?" haha...)
We went to clean the church, then came home and went straight to our Village Easter party, where there was a giant, creepy bunny who hid eggs all over the playground for the kids to find.
|Look how happy Josh is! Little does he know what's about to happen in several hours...|
I checked on my beans and they still weren't soft. Began to panic slightly. I mean, this is Gator Country. They know their baked beans.
Went to the grocery store to buy canned baked beans, for "just in case."
Had to use the "just in case" beans, because mine weren't done by the time we had to leave. Now we have baked beans filling up the fridge.
Went to the party and had so much fun with friends from church. The house was on a hill that led down to a small lake. The boys got hats and the girls got butterfly wings to wear during the party. There was plenty of good food and good fun to go around!
So we went to the grocery store to stock up on jello and pudding and popcicles, since that's all he'll be able to eat for several days.
Then I had to go pick up Ethan across town. When I got there, there weren't any other kids around. Apparently, nobody could spend the night, and most of the kids left around dinner time. Ethan was the only one having a late night. When I picked him up, he said, "I'm so glad you're here. I was getting really tired!"
Josh bled until about 10 pm, and then we put him to bed on a bunch of dark beach towels.
Our bodies are amazing. This morning, his tongue still hurt, but it was mostly closed. (Close your eyes if you don't want to see the wound...)
Hopefully today's real Easter will be much less painful for everyone! Thank goodness for the resurrection. Someday all of our scars will be healed.