Our wedding celebration morphed into Easter weekend and crescendoed with an Easter Sunday bike ride in our PJs. In the event you don't excel at story problems, like myself, that equals... a huge win.
We colored Easter eggs despite Grandpa's protests - to the tune of ten grandkids... seven of them of the tiny man variety ages 5 and under. It was a complete disaster waiting to happen and yet somehow, it didn't. We consider this the great Easter miracle of 2014. :)
Obviously my inner seven-year-old girlie, girl came out when I made the Easter Egg coloring kit purchases, because I selected the "Glitter Egg" kit. Hello? Luckily, it didn't dissuade the little gents from gettin' into it. Another couple of years and that mistake would have been embarrassing. For now, it was permissible and even kind of cool.
And then, it was time for the big hunt. Ryan had to guard the door like a bouncer to prevent peeking and impatience. It was a tough job... motley crew and all.
Don't mind these blurry pictures. Particularly of Kael... big man had it down pat after a couple of years under his belt and a practice run at Preschool. He gathered a good third of the eggs before Ace really even got the hang of it.
After carefully counting their goods - we were back to normal in the dirt hill with the tractors. We are nothing if not predictable.
Except for Ace. Who kinda didn't know when to call it quits. Tenacity will pay off big time for the little dude some day.
And you know what will pay off for Dax? His dance moves/lady killer skills. This boy knows how to make a girl smile. I mean look at Grandma? She's smitten.
I had adorable Easter morning pictures of our little lambs as they discovered their Easter bunny goodies, but enter technical difficulties, and they were lost.
Next best thing - pajamas, bikes and blossoms and the evening sun.
Man we live in a pretty place.
And those little dudes are pretty egg-cellent too.
I do believe I'll consider myself a "lucky duck" every day, including Easter Sunday.
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