We hosted an egg hunt the day before Easter, but I didn't take one picture of the kids hunting for their eggs. It was absolutely pouring rain and I didn't want to chance the camera getting soaked. And, honestly, sometimes I get tired of being "the lady with the camera" so I put it down. I do wish I'd taken some pics...but there is always next year.All the egg hunts we've attended have really & truly sucked. The first "walking" year, we took Keats to a really cool place thinking that they'd have a fun egg hunt. Wrong wrong wrong! That place was a historic old lodge, up in the forests near Mt. Hood. They make their own beer & wine. They rent out rooms without private bathrooms. They have live bands play in "The Little Red Shack" which is, really, a little red shack. Anyhoo, before I digress too much, the hunt was a joke! They just threw buckets of candy into the lawn and had the kids fight for it. No joke. Keats was, what, 14 months....had zero fun. So, after trying other events (one was indoors and they underestimated by nearly 500 kids so ran out of candy & prizes immediately) I decided I will host my own egg hunt each year, at least while the kids are into it. We don't exchange Christmas gifts with our friends' kids, so I do this. It has been fun both times. Hopefully I'll get better at is as we go along.The night after the hunt, Keats said to me, "I am so excited to hunt for eggs in the morning and then find my Easter basket!" The problem, you ask? I didn't have eggs for them to hunt. I figured Saturday was enough...but then realized they were expecting the actual Easter Bunny to show up and hide eggs...so if I wanted Keats to continue to believe, I had to hide some eggs. I went to a little convenience store at nearly midnight and bought mini-Oreos and some gummy candies to put in their eggs. Then I came home, cleaned up some eggs they'd used for the Saturday hunt, and filled them up. Then I hid seven for each boy, inside the house! No way was I going out in the rain at one a.m. to hide eggs!
Here, Keats finally found the last egg. He was very happy, as you can see!
Sully just started throwing the candy in his mouth as fast as his little bitty fingers could perform the task!
Keats has Crazy Hair Day coming up on Wednesday. He's on Spring Break now but will go all week to his after-school program...he'll just be there all day long. There are all kinds of activities planned: Teddy Bear Picnic, Pajama Day, Lazer Golf & Pizza Day, Gymnastics Day...and Wednesday is Wacky Wednesday: Crazy Hair, don't let your kid wear good clothes because they're going to be getting into all kinds of goop (literally), and just basic good, crazy fun all week.It is only Sunday but Keats & I decided it was Crazy Hair Day here so we could practice his 'do. You see, Keats is very particular about his hair. In a six-year-old-boy way. He doesn't like his hair sticking up or combed back...he smashes is all forward every morning. He was really excited about Crazy Hair Day but I wasn't really sure how he'd handle his hair being colored, and didn't know about the faux-hawk idea...but he loves it! Hopefully I won't find green & blue streaks all over the house!
That title is a blatant lie. Notice that none of the shots below appear to be action shots? That's because Sully doesn't actually try to move the bike on his own. We are at that stressful stage where he wants to do it but he wants.to.be.able.to.do.it.right.now.this.very.second and so he throws a fit when I try to help...throws a fit when I don't offer help. Hopefully this is a short-lived stage!We had such a beautiful morning last Thursday. I told Sully we could go to Riverfront Park and ride the carousel and play on the play structure. However, I parked at the far lot and told him he had to ride his bike all the way to the carousel. He wasn't very happy, to say the least, but he got on his bike and we made it to the park, so it all work out just fine. :o)
We dog-sat gRona for a night & day. Keats LOVES his gRona! He tells me she's his best friend...you know, when Moose isn't around to hear him say that. Lol.We took gRona to the field behind Keaton's school. This property was sold to a developer a few years ago and some sort of retirement facility, as well as something like 17 private homes, were planned. The field was mowed, a gravel road put in place, sewer system installed...and then the project went belly-up. Bad for the developer but good for us!! We love this field. In the summer we pick pears & blackberries here. Surely these trees & berries will be removed when the site is eventually developed so I make sure we use this area as much as possilble.And, now that Spring has sprung, we're able to get to the field to play. Here are shots of Keats playing with gRona in the field...and shots of Keats plain old being cute.
These pics didn't come out like I'd hoped...I need to read about how to take this kind of photo, or at least go out and play around with this stuff some more. But, hopefully I get my point across: Spring Is Coming!! Yay!
We had so much fun during our trip to the beach that we are definitely going back, hopefully sometime while the weather is relatively warm. Like May-September. Who wants to come with us?? Utah family?? Anyone in?? We loved the home we rented, called The Laughing Place. We can rent separate homes or a big home with another family. If we could stay a week, having our own places would be great but not necessary. Check out the site and see what you think:www.shorepinerentals.com
These are for Ginger to peruse. Let me know if you want the original file of any of these and I'll email them to you!
Here, Keats finally found the last egg. He was very happy, as you can see!
Sully just started throwing the candy in his mouth as fast as his little bitty fingers could perform the task!
Sully's Easter "basket". I bought big sand buckets and filled them up. I like to be able to reuse packaging!
Here is Sully finding his basket. I pretty much had to grab his head and point it towards the basket...he was standing right next to it for about 30 seconds before he realized it was there.
Keats had no trouble finding his basket. No trouble at all... 
