Easter

The skies cleared just long enough for us to color eggs outside

 We found a kit with little funny faces

The boys LOVED it

"I'm gonna eat your egg."

"No, Daddy, eata mine egg!"

The only time he used the spoon. (notice the blue hand)

 That night, Grace noticed his stained hand,
"Oh, Bud, what happened to your hand?"
"Grace, he's fine, it's just from coloring eggs."
"I colored eggs and my hand isn't blue."
"Well, he didn't use the spoon. It's OK, it's just from the dye."
Sigh- "It's Ok, Bud, but you're hand is gonna die."


Off to Aunt Kathy's house for Easter dinner

"Now get off my property!"
No, she was directing the egg hunt

Grace was getting a little help finding her eggs

"Mommy, uh oh, da pider!"