Jungle gym truck

We got a new porch swing, and the kids played with it, and Brice's truck like they were the coolest jungle gym things ever.  They love climbing around on his old truck.  And Leesie cried and whined and cried until I let her climb up there, too.  She wants to do everything the big kids do.

Also it was a lazy Saturday of staying inside for me and the girl, and Liv slipped out without me even knowing, wearing her oversized pajamas and winter boots and her hair flying around crazily.  But oh well. 

They had so much fun. 

Egg hunt

I remember when the boys were slow enough to get pictures of them hunting eggs.  Not so much anymore.  Unless I wanted to sprint after them.  Which I didn't want to do.  So this first picture is the only one of them.  Poor neglected boys.  Jace is not even forefront in the picture.  He's there in the back.  

Oh well.

Olivia was a little easier to follow.

But of course Leesie was the easiest.  Plus also it was her first egg hunt that she could really participate in.  And she loved it.

She did not need anyone to hold her bucket.  Nor would she let anyone hold her bucket.  And she knew just how to pick up the eggs quickly and move on to another egg. So cute. 

Look at her determined little egg hunting face. 

And then she loved eating her candy.  And she threw a big fit when I took the bucket away because she was stuffing her face literally with candy.  Big fit.  

Easter egg coloring

This year we attempted Easter egg dying.  I've done this maybe once with Cameron and Jace, and maybe when they were too little to even remember.  

Then when I did it with all the kids, I remembered why I've only done it once.

The kids did have fun.  And there wasn't even too much fighting, I guess.  But there was a lot of egg dropping and egg smashing.  The pup got to eat a lot of hard boiled eggs.  

Annalise went back and forth from the trampoline to her egg in her egg beater.  That idea (from wherever I saw it on the internet) was genius. 

And then Cameron wanted to taste the water.  He wanted to taste the water so bad that he just couldn't stand it, and had to do it.  Of course he immediately spit it out and started coughing and laughing.  Gross. 

I guess we'll have to do it again next year.  As long as we can do it outside.  And also as long as I set aside any expectations of how many eggs will survive the ordeal.