Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





25 April 2011

Easter 2011 - Grandma and Bumpa's House

We spent Easter at Grandma and Bumpa's house. We had such a great time with cousins from West Virginia that we hadn't seen in a few years and other family from the area. Erik got off of work for the weekend and came to surprise us!!! I was so SO happy to see him walk in the door on Friday night and I was so thankful to spend some much needed time as a family.

I have a 20 minute video of the kids searching for their Easter baskets on Easter morning, but instead of bore you with that, I'll just post some pictures from the weekend...




A little explanation is needed for the next couple of pictures. Maida was playing by herself on Sunday afternoon while we were finishing up lunch. After a while she came back to the table and had red marker all over her eyelids. She had lined her lips with a brown marker, too. She told us that she had put on make up for her wedding. After further investigation, Erik discovered that her face wasn't the only thing she colored on. She also colored on Grandma's wall! Maida had to scrub off the marker as part of her punishment. I couldn't believe that she did that! She hasn't done anything like that for over a year and I felt so bad that it happened at someone else's house.


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