It is now officially Easter season, and with Easter right around the corner, it is time to get some of our traditions in. BUT due to COVID, we have to keep gathering groups small, so we are going to do TWO full weekends of celebrating.
The first on is with Krysta and Karen.
We started with dying eggs.
It always takes less time to dye them than it does to set it all up, but I love to do it.
Me and my Karen.
Everyone in bunny ears!
This time we did the melting sleeves.
They turned out pretty cool.
Easter cookies. I forgot the put baking powder and baking soda, so they turned out…weird.
But the frosting we made was delicious and they were perfect for decorating.
Grandma Pippy-at total pro.
Karen, acting like she doesn’t even care, but she does.
ohh, they just keep getting better.
Bunnies and chicks, oh my.
And then there are just some that are for eating.
And sprinkles are really not even being used for decorations.
But the kids were all happy and so was I, so no one was complaining.
Our eggs. Lucas’s was the white one, becasue he wanted it to look like a “real egg” Karl’s was the undone one, because he fell asleep on the couch mid activity. The yellow one is mine. The flame one is Krysta. The blue, my mom, the pink Mirah, the purple Karen.
The time for the Easter egg hunt had FINALLY arrived. The kids had been begging all day.
And they are off!
Karen thoguht she was just going to help hide, that she was too big to hunt. She was wrong.
LOTS of candy in the end.
It was time for Grandma to go back to Grumpy Grandpa.
We chilled and ate candy.
Then Krysta made dinner: Cheddar Broccoli Soup. YUM!
The pups finally passed out.
After dinner we headed over to the park for some confetti egg fun!
And before I knew it, it was popping off!
It is basically Krysta’s favorite thing ever.
Love this lady.
The only person I could really let loose on was Karl.
But I got a few good ones in on Lucas and Mirah too.
All of our hair was filled with confetti.
The last few eggs, for the camera.
You can never have too many confetti eggs.
The next morning, Sunday, we were all BEAT.
Later that week I found Lucas’s boot turned over in the mud room:
Confetti never dies.