Finished painting the kitchen in time to host the neighborhood Easter Egg dying party. Seven kids, about five dozen eggs. I don’t mind the mess – our house is pretty much stain, mess proof. All one of my neighbors could say as she watched the kids dye their hands multiple colors along with the eggs was “Wow, this is messy, but it’s not nearly as bad as the Christmas cookies.” I like Easter eggs because there is no way for the boys to make them bleed or lose limbs. Overall, the results were great.
Later, we had the older boys (who were on their way to a movie) hide eggs and we had a flashlight egg hunt. While we waited for dark, we snacked and snacked and snacked. I love snacky dinners!! When we were done snacking, the kids banished to the back yard to await the egg hunt, the adults dragged out the basketball hoop and played H-O-R-S-E. I am lame at anything like this, but I joined in – and got my butt kicked by the neighbor kids’ 82-year-old grandma. I was out of the game and she had yet to get a letter. Come on! The woman (who is lovely and I normally like her) is all of 3′ tall and weighs about 20 pounds. She made lay ups, backward shots, you name it. I’ve never seen anything like it! The tween set was not too keen on an egg hunt this year, but the added challenge of dark and flashlights made it appealing, thus buying the moms another year of pretending their kids are not growing up. Preston, our neighborhood 5-year-old, had a blast on his first egg hunt and even managed to snag the “blue ninja” which won him the giant ball of candy and quarters. Fun stuff! (Just a note, the blue is NOT as intense as it appears in the photo!)
My camera is still missing, so I have no pictures of any of this. I tried to use Tim’s camera, but I could not figure it out and ultimately gave up. So . . . you have to live with kitchen pictures instead of great neighborhood pictures. I apologize.
We’re headed to Bing’s tomorrow for a delicious dinner – how I love scalloped potatoes!!!! I hope everyone has a wonderful, peaceful Easter Sunday.
For now, I’m back to painting the living room. Why is it I always moan and groan about how small our house is until I paint? We should be way happy living in a shack is how I’m feeling right now. I’m grateful for our low ceilings (until Christmas and I want an 17 foot Christmas tree!). It could well be July 4 before I finish in here at the rate I’m going.