So . . . after our Easter egg hunt on Good Friday, we headed south to Mom's on Friday night. With R's dad's health issues, we hadn't been there as a family since Thanksgiving so it was nice to get back to visit.
Saturday we just hung out, visited, hung out of windows to let mom's awning's down . . . normal stuff. :) We also grilled out for dinner . . . steaks and ribs. Yum-my!
The camera finally came out of the bag Saturday night when we dyed eggs. We tried it for the first time last year - and it was successful - but this year they both got into it.
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Annnnnnd . . . Hudson's done. |
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The purple egg on the right is the result of mixing all the colors together. Someone I knew {although I can't for the life of me remember who!!!} did this and I always thought it was cool, so we started the tradition this year.
The orange egg shows what happens when eggs roll off the table. :) |
Around rolls Sunday morning and G was on the hunt for his basket:
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This ADORABLE idea came from one of Aunt Shannon's friends. The Easter Bunny is a crazy, crazy guy. He decided it would be fun to hide the boys' baskets and make them hunt for them. And the best part? As he was hopping {since that's what bunnies do} to hide the baskets, a little bit of grass fell out with every hop. Last year G totally didn't get it, but this year he was sooooo into it! {And thanks again, Aunt Shannon, for reminding me of this. And solving the mystery as to why we had 2 different colors of grass in the first place.} :) |
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Trying out both straws. Simultaneously. |
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Since Hudson slept up in our room, G helped him follow his trail. |
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It was so cute - H made sure to put his toes on each pile. |
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That crazy Easter Bunny!! |
Then it was outside to hunt for the eggs.
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H wasn't having it. Granted, it was quite chilly. And the poor child had no shoes on. Someone call DSS for the pitiful little guy, please. |
After church I thought it would be cute to get some pictures with their baskets. Judging by the following {and the numerous I didn't include}, it obviously was easier said than done. Memories, right?
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I heart them. |
And I heart the big one, too.