
Aunt Crystal taught the preschool class today.
They each got a "nail-print" in their hand with their name written above it to remind them that Jesus died for them. They also got to taste bread soaked in vinegar.
I heard through the grapevine that one didn't go over so well. (:
I am so thankful for the wonderful family my children have.
They share the love of Christ with my babies on a daily basis in many, many ways.
Jude.
Be still, my heart. He looks so much like his daddy...
gotta love the ear. He insists on wearing this hat with his ear folded over.
And gets mad at Mama when she tries to "fix" it.

Let's just say, he was a tad upset about finding only 2 eggs in the hunt.
I won't show you
those photos(;



Remember: this is the boy who wouldn't be in the church play a few years ago because he couldn't be a
black sheep. (;
Oh, Jude. How I do love your pessimistic little soul.