I made Hayden colour eggs.
After about colouring 5 eggs:
"Mom, you do it?"
|The end result with a little help from mom|
I remember colouring eggs as a kid and then I would pack them up and take them to Gramma and Grampa's. I remember one Easter my Grampa eating the eggs instead of allowing them to go in the garbage. Pretty gross, I know, but he came from the depression era..nothing went to waste. Those eggs had sat out for about a week, and they stunk...when he peeled them, they were the colour of the dye, blue, pink, green. He ate them all! I was disgusted :-) But I never forgot that!
On that note...I realized a couple weeks ago, this would be my first Easter without my Grampa. After my Gramma passed away, he spent every holiday meal at our table. Then I thought a little harder....this was not just my first holiday without Grampa..this was my first holiday without a Grandparent! While that saddens me, it also makes me proud to be able to say that :-)
Just a couple photos from the joys of Easter morning in the Bickmore Home