Easter 2013

Easter weekend started off with coloring eggs, what else?  My boys are at that age, again, when it's nearly impossible to get them all serious for a picture.  Didn't we go through this when they were toddlers?

 Easter morning, bright and early, the
"Easter Bunny" (we know who you are) hid ALL 48 colored eggs in the backyard for the boys to find.

 He also hid Easter baskets in the house, which was actually quite challenging for some.  The "Hotter, Colder" game had to be played to find a couple of them.

 I'm not sure what Landon was up to, but at least there was no Easter grass in his basket.  I banned that stuff this year - good riddance! 

After church we headed up to Centerville for the Annual Cousins' Egg Hunt hosted this year by Aunt Laurel. Since my boys are too old for public egg hunts (they are too old to be allowed in), and I don't really like them anyway, we all look forward to this event.

Isn't Dallin handsome?

Cameron is such a good guy.

This is what the moms did - took pictures and looked pretty.  (I hope Laurel doesn't mind my stealing this picture.  I just love pictures of me and my sisters.)

 This is what the dads did.  Well, at least THIS dad - typical.

 All the egg-hunting cousins.

 Okay - now this picture is a story in and of itself.  There is a lot going on here.  First of all, I have to mention how proud of it Landon is.  At first, I told him how "fancy" it was with all the Eddington meaning to the word.  He sensed my sarcasm and his face fell.  I had to quickly turn my words around and give him the praise he was hoping for.  Apparently, since we only have ONE Easter decoration, he decided to make one for me at school.  He told me that he doesn't want me to just keep it for one year then throw it away like I did to the plastic spoon snowman he made in 1st Grade.  Hmm - what to do, what to do?  I've got a feeling that I'm going to have to keep this thing for a while.  Maybe it should join the scary pipe cleaner rabbit - interested, Laurel?  Or, maybe I keep it and give it to him when he gets a home of his own.  His wife will love me for it.

 I do love Easter.  It is one of my most favorite days of the year.