Easter

I post these not because LissyJo asked for them - that just encourages me not to - but because they were on my list of things to do, already open in individual tabs, I just hadn't gotten that far. But now she's ruined it. Very un-situational-leadership like of her.

Ame' and Eryn looking for eggs. Princesses get extra eggs.


Ame' has found one. She will hug it and cuddle it and love it and kiss it and call it her squishy.


F ya! This is my egg. You want to take it? You'll have to take me. Try it biatch! Colin isn't sure what he's got, but you can't have it because it matches his hoodie.


Ooooo....ooooo...nobody take them. Ahhh! Ahh!!!! Stay away! Conner looks very protective.


Dellie finds the egg her Dad couldn't find.


Eryn wearing her Christmas dress to find eggs. I don't think the discontinuity has affected her mood one bit.

Bunny or the Egg

Which came first, the Easter Bunny or the egg? Eryn's pretty sure it's the egg. Because she has to dye them and leave them in the fridge before the Easter Bunny will hide them. This year, Eryn mixed vegetable oil with the egg dye to get a marbled look. It turned out pretty well. That shirt is from Ming, Kyle and my's trip through Wisconsin on the bicycle trails. She loves it, which makes me very happy.


The eggs. 11, if you're counting. Number 12 got dropped. I like the bluish-gray vegetable oiled egg.

Easter!

I swear Easter is basically about cleaning up the house before company arrives. It does help me gain a perspective on how much junk is floating around the house. So for a few hours, until the five children dispersed all the toys and marshmallow guns and candy, it looked pretty good. We had the Cookie Queen family and my sister's family over for some egg hunting and grilling. That's right - we grilled for Easter. Ingenious. If I ever do a ham, I think I'm just going to throw it on the grill for expediency.

For a while I was in charge of tossing a spongy softball in a game of Heads Up! The best part about that was that I managed to unload an extraneous softball glove. My day is happiest when something leaves the house. I was particularly pleased that after the marshmallow guns came out, Eryn drew an engineering-esque comparison between the guns and the rocket launcher she got for selling magazines. She carefully put a marshmallow in the end of the rocket launcher and shot it at Dan'l.

I should have some pictures to post by tomorrow when Pooteewheet's camera finishes a lengthy download.