The children are out on Spring Break this week, and I have to say it is nice to have them at home. All activities are on hold: no dance, no karate, no Wednesday night church activities. They were actually just able to play outside today for several hours, doing something my sister and I did when we were little out in the country. They collected berries from our backyard and made ink "like the Indians used to." Bart exclaimed, "Mom, we're the first kids to ever make ink like this!" They have had a ball.
Yesterday, which was Easter, we went to church in the morning. When we returned home, we had a little egg hunt in our front yard before going to some friends' house for Easter dinner. We hid real hard-boiled eggs for Skylar and Bart to find, and several painted tin eggs for Drake to find. Drake is pretty hard on Easter eggs. Convinced that they're "balls", he never fails to throw them, and he's got a pretty good arm. So, Skylar and Bart turned the egg hunt into a competition, as usual. They had each found the exact same number of eggs, when George told them there was only one egg left to find and he hinted to them that it was in the area of our mailbox. So both kids take off running right away, only Skylar sets her basket down first, but Bart hangs on to his. It was a recipe for disaster. They both reach the mailbox at the same time, but - boom! - Bart trips & tips his basket, and there go some of the hard-boiled eggs, flying into the street. One of them even rolls across into the neighbors' yard. Of course he was distraught, and it didn't help matters that George videotaped it all and we were laughing like hyenas the whole time. That's the great part of having kids, right? Making fun of them?
After our egg hunt, we headed over to our friends' house, along with some other couples from church. We had a really great dinner and I made this sunflower cake in the picture. It certainly wasn't perfect or anything, but I was pretty proud of it. I had a hard time keeping Bart from snitching one of the peeps.
I guess it didn't really happen...
7 years ago
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