Happy Easter!

One day at Target we discovered these awesome Easter egg glasses and we had to have them. What would we do without the dollar bins?

The Saturday before Easter, we had 2 Easter eggs hunts. The first one was at Netta's preschool. It started out a wee bit chilly, but that wouldn't stop us. Mainly because I was on the Egg Hunt Committee and had to help set up. 

Netta was so excited to be there with all her friends and everyone had a blast until we started driving to the church for our ward's egg hunt. While driving to the church she started crying and saying her head her and then when we pulled into the parking lot she threw up in her lap. So John took her home and I stayed with the other 3. 

King is obsessed with the color blue and would only pick up blue eggs. I wanted to get pictures of EZ hunting at the church as well, but King passed up so many eggs and took so long that by the time I got over to the section for the older kids EZ was done. 

When we got home EZ insisted on categorizing his candy and then making a graph. That's my boy!

By the time we got home Netta had thrown up multiple times and confessed that she had hit her head on the picnic bench during the first hunt. She also had a bruise forming on her forehead so we decided that it was time to head to the emergency room. She continued to throw up there, but luckily the CAT scan showed no major damaged and it was ruled a minor concussion and they gave her some meds to help stop the vomiting. We took it easy that rest of the day and then that night we dyed Easter eggs. I love dying eggs with the kids, but it can be a wee bit stressful trying to keep them from spilling the dye and from drinking it. King learned that lesson the hard way. 

For some reason Netta became obsessed with the word "poop" and wrote it on every single one of her eggs. Luckily, she can't spell. 

The next morning the kids got their baskets of course. Everyone was so excited, except for poor King who got sick with some feverish cold thing over night. 

Since King was sick and Netta was still recovering, Conrad was the only child who made it to church. It's a good thing I spent weeks trying to find coordinating outfits for the kids :( He actually only got to go, because I had to be there to sing with the choir and he had to be with me to nurse. 

I went to the first meeting and then came home and switched places with John so that he could go to church and fulfill his calling in the nursery. So it wasn't the Easter Sunday we had in mind, but that is life with little kids. 

Luckily, later that day everyone seemed to be feeling well enough to complete our final Easter tradition of breaking confetti filled eggs allover each other. Thank you Texas for this awesomesness.