Easter!

This was our first year coloring hard boiled eggs. The girls LOVED it. They give you six colors in a kit, but really we only needed two... pink and purple, of course. We had multiples in those colors, but Mommy insisted we have a representative egg for each of the other colors.
The girls wore Mommy's shirts to keep them from getting dye on their own clothes. Sad to say, that almost all of the eggs and been dropped and cracked within minutes of dying them. Good thing Grandma Bonnie could still use them in her Easter Egg Potato Salad.

After the eggs were dyed and dried, it was time to grab our buckets and find the eggs that Daddy had hidden in the yard. Bell, Lady and Gretters ready to find those eggs!

Bell searched high...

Gretters searched low

Lady looked in every nook and cranny

The last egg. Growing up, the tradition in my family was Dad paid the person who found the last egg. There was a practical side of this, of course, because we used hard boiled eggs and hid them in the house. Imagine if we had not found all the eggs. The longer it took us to find the last egg, the higher the price went up. I think one year I got $5 for the last egg, when the normal rate was $1. Too bad I was such an honest kid, I could have made some serious cash... hee hee hee.

We use plastic eggs now and hide them outside, so there is no need for any cash incentives.