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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Dying Easter Eggs


Another holiday tradition I adore.
Dying Easter eggs.
This year was the smoothest it has ever gone.
Almost too smooth.
Not that I'm wishing for spilled dye or anything.
But they're getting so big they barely needed any help.

It was like magic to him.
He learned to be so careful and gentle
placing them in the water to avoid a splash and saying,
"Sorry mommy. Oh well!" when there was a splash.

Of course, fashionista couldn't do it without her little ears.




Hmmmmm. . .how did that happen?
It was stained.  I didn't try to get it off.
I thought it would make for some interesting conversation the following day at Easter.
Turns out it comes off faster than you'd expect.
Maybe I should chill out more often and things would just work themselves out.



They look beautiful - but they're terribly under cooked.




Notice the artistic Easter tree on the left.  Somebody was quite proud of herself!

My favorite picture of the season!!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Enjoy Spring While It's Here

After living in Minnesota nearly 32.5 years, I have lived through the worst MN winter ever.  Augh.  It was looonngg and coooold!  And we're supposed to get snow this week yet!

So when it's actually nice out we must make the most of it.

These were from a couple weeks ago.  It has snowed twice since.  We'll just keep dealin' with it. . .I guess.

We love to explore across the street.

And pose for pic after pic for Mommy.


Now that we have 'big kids' they ride their bikes there.

Or a scooter.

Feeling like the Big Boy on the Block!



Oh, his smile brightens my day!

Showing off.
She actually posed like that.

She's a fast little scooter girl.

It's not about speed for him. . . . yet!

Geese flying over head.


Cutest profile in town.

Still needs some guidance riding in a straight line.


And pedaling.



Quite possibly my All Time Favorite picture of my little buddy.
Man, I love that boy.

That's what we do in our free time when it's nice outside. 
We take full advantage while we can. . .