Prelude to Easter: the annual egg hunt in Kokee. This involves a ridiculously long drive to play in the meadow in brisk weather. I had minor foot surgery the previous night to remove the inclusion at the bottom of my foot (a complication of my surgery 4 months ago), and since I was immobile and so was Owen, it made sense to make the trek and let the kids run wild.
Zachary was most concerned about Owen's ability to hunt for eggs. He didn't need to be: Owen had Shay to mother him and gather eggs.
Easter Eve, we decorated eggs. Owen was the most into it: throwing his eggs into the color, grabbing them, wiping his hands all over the towel and his jammies, and going in for more. His hands are still dyed.
That night--really late because we worked in the garage for most of the day and night and it's hard to stop a project until it's done--Brady and I decided to combine April Fools and Easter and make broccoli eggs mixed in with candy eggs for the hunt. I ripped off Emily Walker's idea to put pantry items in the baskets. It was 100% worth the extra effort and stinky eggs the next morning to see the kids' reaction. They were good sports and acted excited about chili and oatmeal, and suddenly Zac started whooping and hollering, "APRIL FOOLS!"
The real baskets:
Anticipation before the hunt:
I must be an adult now because I FINALLY think Peeps are disgusting.
Adding to the Easter excitement, Kate lost her front tooth!
We then held our annual Easter Egg Derby with two rounds each. Caleb was the Round 1 Champ, Zac the Round 2 Champ, and Zac the overall winner.
Easter night, we kept it close to home, showing the house to neighbors and of course heading out to our cow pasture. We haven't missed a night, even in the rain, to take Owen to his favorite place. He pets the horses, feeds them grass, and says over and over again, "Hi, Cows!" and "Cows Poop!" We have told him they are horses, but in his mind, they will always be cows. We see real cows, and he "moos" but the horses get the welcome exclamations from him.
