I can tell that my kids are getting older, because we did not die eggs till after the Easter Egg Hunt. How is that for lazy?!? (I have found no rule outside of Easter Bunny Land, that says you need to dye eggs to have an Easter Egg Hunt. That is why the retailors provide us with such nice plastic eggs.) The kids wanted to do a second hunt, but I told them no.
As normal I did not pull out the camera till after John, Valerie, and my neice Sage had left, but they were there and Valerie, who is now the dessert maker in the family made a yummy carrot cake. (Poor Easter Bunnies, we put them out of business by buying plastic eggs and then ate their carrots in our cake.)
