Ok, not the most flattering picture of Megan, and I'm dressed in my workout clothes, but here we are at Easter breakfast with pancakes, fruit and strawberry lassi. The strange black and white splotches on the left side of the table are lambs made from handprints and cotton balls.
We took advantage of our tropical weather today to have an Easter Egg Hunt outside. I've never done this with my own kids (though they've done it with our small group from church in years past, and will do it again later today). I asked myself last year why I never had egg hunts outside as a kid. Then I remembered that I grew up in the frozen northern tundra of Minnesota. There was often snow on the ground at Easter.
I thought this might be a great new tradition, but now I began having doubts even as I planted eggs. I tried to put only plastic ones in the planters and bushes because they were still wet with dew and infested with ants. Despite my efforts, the dyed ones still got damp and melted a bit all over their beautiful baskets. And we brought a few outdoor critters in as well (their unexpected journeys to a new and exotic location were quickly cut short).
So I don't know. Maybe I wasn't really missing out that much as a kid. Or maybe I should wait until the afternoon to hold egg hunts outside.
11 years ago