Is coloring eggs a dying art? (Or dyeing art, haha)
I found myself remembering at the last minute a day or so before Easter that we hadn't dyed any eggs, and I really didn't have a strong desire to do so. But Nate was going to be gone on Saturday, and Emmy would take a nap, so it would be a good thing to keeps the kids busy. Watching them made me realize that even if it wasn't fun to ME anymore, they loved it. So we'll keep doing it.
The day before Easter we had a ward picnic/egg hunt. As I was getting dressed that day I suddenly spotted my rabbit shirt that Kami gave me years ago. Perfect for an Easter celebration. And then I perfected life again by adding rabbit earrings...that someone says look like Playboy bunnies...and then I took them off but not for that reason. I was just feeling a little too rabbit-ish.
I was flying solo at the ward party. Nate was at work. Emmy "hunted" for eggs the same way all the little wee ones did...find one, stop, try to open it, have mom open it, eat what's inside, go find another egg. It's a slow process.
I didn't get a lot of pictures of Easter morning. But here's Emmy after she found her basket.
And one picture of the other kids. Happy Easter was when I finally got the back of Natalie's hair combed out later that morning. We had dinner with another couple in our ward that afternoon and enjoyed a slow, no-meetings-for-Nate Sunday.