Easter

Easter was fun.  

We did the whole community egg hunt this year for the first time.  It was actually fun as far as egg hunts go.

 We bumped into friends of ours.  They have 5 boys and one girl.  I'm pretty sure Jared wishes he was part of their family.  

Some of the parents were super competitive and were yelling at their kids to hurry and grab a ton of eggs.  They were kind embarrassing to watch actually.  "Just get them!  JUST grab that egg right there!  You don't need to just get boy colors!"  Rude right? (Yes, I'm totally being judgey right now).  It didn't really work, the kids just froze and were slower.  So then the REAL competitive mom (me) could in my most loving and encouraging voice with just a hint of excitement get my kids to grab a ton.  

 Kinsley did well for her first time really egg hunting but check out Sadie!  She got the most out of all the kids.  Oh yeah, super proud moment!  (It might have helped that she had a competitive edge since she is at the end of the age bracket for that section). 

 Later that afternoon our family came over for dinner.  It was the first time we've had the WHOLE family over to our house for a dinner.  I was pretty worried about the whole thing going to pot.  I even tried perfecting my mother in-laws famous dinner rolls which failed over and over again throughout the week leading up to the dinner. Everything turned out fine.

All the cousins together.  We used to take pictures like this with our Texas cousins because we were all about the same age.  It's kind of cool to repeat that with my sister's kids.

The WHOLE group.

Christine my step-mom with Hyrum.  She played with him pretty much the entire night which made hosting so much easier.

Three of us sibs together. 

The next morning was Easter Sunday. The kids all woke up to full baskets!  Lucky little ducks.

Hyrum's first Easter.  

(I miss my long hair).

Then the family egg hunt.  I guess in Arizona the Easter bunny hides the eggs instead of lhow it goes in Oregon where the parents hide the eggs.  That was a learning curve for me the first couple of years being married to an Arizonian.  (Yes, I realize that not all Oregonians and Arizonians do it the same).

And that was Easter.