Last week was so incredibly chaotic that I didn't have much time for the computer. I was dealing with allergies and excema (Sophie), marital problems (not mine, but a family members), the death of a child (a friend of mine), and car trouble (husband). I am crossing my fingers that this will be a relatively calm week, yet keeping in mind the saying 'man plans, God laughs.' I'm hoping everyone had a nice holiday weekend. Saturday husband and I took the girls to an Easter egg hunt. We do this every year and the girls really look forward to it and were so very excited. While we were waiting for the hunt to begin a reporter asked to interview us for our local news. Husband does interviews all the time, usually because of his work, but I hate doing them. I've done interviews before and I do not do well with them. I always get tongue tied and come off looking like a complete moron. The kids thought it would be cool so I gave in. I didn't watch it, but apparently everyone in my family did and they told me that my speaking part was cut out, lol. Anyway, while we were doing the interview they announced that the hunt was beginning. We finished up about two minutes after the announcement and wouldn't you know it? When we walked out the door there was not one single egg to be found! The kids were so upset I thought that I would cry. We went home and dyed eggs so we could do an egg hunt of our own. The kids loved it. I'm somewhat embarrassed to say that my children have never, ever dyed eggs before. No one in our house eats eggs so I usually just hide the plastic ones, but this year I promised them that we would do real eggs. Did you know they include brown dye in the box? Weird. Naturally the kids didn't use it, but I made this with it:
Aren't I clever? The kids also had a little egg hunt at my parents home yesterday and I thought I would leave you with a few pics. I was hoping to get some nice ones of them in their dresses. My mom made the girls some art aprons and put them in their baskets so naturally they put them on over their dresses. Oh well, maybe next time.