Easter

Dying eggs with Grandpa. The trick this year was keeping Brody from drinking or dumping all the die out.

Colby wanted all his eggs blue, and I think one of his eggs is still in the fridge, and no one is allowed to touch it. I'm not sure how we will make that disappear, but one day it will have to go, I'm sorry Colbs.

Brody's language always seems to be exploding, and of course this was no exception. He learned to say "egg."

Easter morning, they boys got bubble guns from the Easter bunny. Brody was happy chasing Colby's bubbles, and just turned his one without bubbles attached.

Colby has always loved to go on hunts, and it doesn't really matter what kind...the hunt is his favorite part about Easter. In fact, I remember the first easter he could really understand it, he was like a candy fiend on his egg hunt. It was hilarious..really his hands were shaking as he was opening eggs, and he could hardly wait to get to the next egg so he could open it and shove more candy in. This time, he just found all of them as fast as he could then, plopped down on the grass and sorted all his eggs...then he indulged in a somewhat orderly fashion!

Brody loved the hunt too, and by the time we had the second one at his Mimi and Papa's house he was hauling booty to grab all the eggs he could see. He of course was a chocolate mess, and ate everything he could get open. We have even found a few eggs still in the yard over the last couple weeks.