Chris' parents and sister came out for a visit this past weekend. We had a great time. We all colored Easter eggs on Saturday evening, which was Emma's first egg-coloring experience. We got it all on video, and we got some cute photos, too.
Sunday was Easter, and the Easter Bunny came for everyone. Emma was so excited about all the candy he brought her.
We went to the 10:45 service at our church, which was wonderful. The orchestra played and the choir sang, and it was beautiful. We had lunch at Subway - an interesting choice for Easter, I know - but for dinner we had a big meal with ham, green bean casserole, corn, mashed potatoes, deviled eggs (most of the ones we colored the night before) and crescent rolls. Yummy!
On Monday, Cayla, Terry, Emma and I went shopping in Beverly Hills on Rodeo Drive. We had given Cayla cash for her birthday to be spent on Rodeo Drive during their visit. She ended up buying clothes at Anthropologie, which is the street over from Rodeo, but still we were there. We actually went in some of the really fancy stores and looked around. It was intimidating at first, but I pretended as if I belonged there, so it wasn't as daunting to walk in. Plus Emma was a hit at most of the places. She was hugging and kissing all the mannequins. It was really cute.
We went into Dolce & Gabbana, and they had a huge monitor showing the models on the runway with the current line of fashion, so I asked Emma to walk like the model on the screen. She started bouncing up and down and walking, and it was so cute. The people working there all smiled, and one of them came up and was talking to us. Terry and Cayla had escaped outside, but I stayed for a few minutes and chatted. It was pretty surreal, actually. We also went to a few other fancy places, including Versace. I just had to go in. I looked at the gorgeous shoes, and so did Emma. She picked up a really cute silver pump. She has good taste in shoes.
It was a fun weekend, for sure.
That's all for now. More later.
Always remember: Don't ever let them make you feel like you don't belong.
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