Happy Easter!

Here are a few snaps of Easter at the Bruce house. The girls got books, a couple outfits, and a few healthy snacks from the Easter bunny. Ok, ok, and one unhealthy one, which of course was consumed immediately whilst the healthy treats made the cut much later in the day. Hope you all had a fabulous and fun Easter Sunday!

The rise of feminism

We often go to a church down the street from our house on Saturday nights...they have an incredible kids program, and it's nice for Steven and I to be able to go to church together, since that can't happen on Sundays. So we had gone to this church a few weeks ago, and when we took Kyra to class, we saw that they had the room (a very large room) decorated to look like a Bible times village. They had big tents with the name of each Israelite tribe, which the kids would be in when they split up into groups. Even the workers in the classroom were dressed up in Israelite-looking garb. It looked amazing and we just knew she was going to have a blast. After class, we went to pick her up, and asked her how it was and if she had a fun time that evening. Her answer surprised us...she said it was not fun at all. We were astonished and asked her why. She went off into a tirade about how, back in the Bible days, they had all these rules that said girls couldn't do this and girls couldn't do that, and they had to wear this, but the boys didn't, and then girls couldn't do such and such, and she DID NOT like that. We struggled to keep from laughing at how angry she was about girls not being able to do the same things that the boys could. Perhaps she should have been born earlier in the century...I'm sure the suffragettes and the early feminists would have appreciated her chutzpah...at the tender age of 5.

Old Ladies in Jeans

Even though my birthday is still a couple weeks away, I guess I'll preemptively post an age-related doozy that happened to me today. Siana and I went to the mall this morning because I was in desperate need of a new pair of jeans (or two). I'd gotten an email telling me that Gap was having a sale on jeans, and since I'd not been in there in literally about 6 years, I decided that I would check out all the new stuff and see if I liked any of their jeans on me. So I'm basically getting my size in every style of jean they have, and as I stood in front of a mid-rise, slim-fit, flare-leg pair, the little sales girl bounces up to me and asks if she can help me find anything. I respond that I'm doing okay...I'm just looking for jeans and haven't been in here in forever, so I'm kind of trying everything on. She then points to the jeans I'm standing in front of and says, "This style is really popular with a lot of older people." Now, the first thing that flashes through my mind is some little gray-haired old ladies walking around in flare-leg pants. This seemed a little odd to me, but ok. Then as I looked at her and she looked at me, I realized that by "older people" she meant ME! Seriously??? When did I grow up? And when did I start being "older?" 31 is the new 21, people! (Except we can hold our liquor...) It was the most surreal feeling. And oddly enough, I wasn't offended, but highly amused. It still doesn't "fit" with how I see myself, but perhaps my perception is getting blurry in my old age.