
Two four year olds. Twenty raw eggs. Five colors.

On some of them we even applied eye and mouth stickers.

Not a single breakage.
Another Easter miracle.




This girl will soon be calling the boys wimps, and leaving them in the dust (or mud, I guess?) "Outta my way, slowpokes!"
She knows no fear, fears no cold, and seriously loves dirt.
She's got to be in the middle of everything, especially when water is involved.
But she still doesn't appreciate the occasional (inevitable) face plant.
Their little boy gang came to celebrate, and we all ate too much of that delicious Costco cake. Why do they have to make it so yummy?! It's completely robbed me of any desire to make a homemade birthday cake - now that's sad. Costco is ruining family traditions! (with it's vanilla cream cheese filling!)
And Bryn - she's a shameless show stealer. She started off just eating cake all sweet and innocent, then digressed....
into applying it like make-up and hair gel, and.....
TA - DA! The finished product.
Real sweet.








or two.
We're trying not to love Pebbles and BamBam to death...really. But they are sort of irresistible.
We waited 2 1/2 months to get these little Holland Mini Lops, since they hadn't even been born when I contacted the breeder. She kept us updated with pictures along the way. They house train well, tons of personality, and they're extra snuggly.
Grant, always the ridiculously cautious one, saw the bunnies out this morning and said, "oh, I better go get my socks on!" It would be so terrible to lose a toe to a bunny - you can never be too careful.
So far, 100% of the men within earshot of me mentioning that we got bunnies have made some comment like "them's good eatin", or "I love rabbits...fried" or... you get the idea. I never realized there was a "kill the wabbit" gene, but there is. It's on the Y chromosome.










