Easter Egg Hunt at Bishop's annual hunt party
So dedicated to painting the perfect egg
Getting ready to search for the indoor eggs
Bryson had topped off his basket already so he offered to help his little brother.
I figured we should do egg-dying while super-spaz was napping. Turns out Hud wasn't the one we should have worried about. Turbo was way over-excited about dying. Bryson looked like he was having a spat with epilepsy every time he picked up an egg. Not sure what the problem was but he cracked like 8 eggs. And then he spilled the dye everywhere. Next year we'll have to modify the process.
1 comment:
you should re-read my post last year about dying eggs. I vowed to use markers this year, but cracked under the pressure of "dying!"
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