Hoppin' Around

Could I love this little face any more?  Nope.  I could not.  Our little Dude had a fabulous Easter holiday.  The whole idea of Jesus on the cross and rising from the dead is a bit lost on him still, but we're working on it.  He did, however, fully digest the idea of hunting for plastic eggs filled with sugary goodness.  The poor kid is typically sugar deprived as Tim and I don't have much of a sweet tooth.  He very much treasures his bag of Jesus candy and his 2 piece per day allowance.         

We started off Easter festivities with our neighborhood's annual egg hunt at the park.  Not so much a hunt - more like a slew of eggs strewn about in the baseball fields.  But the kiddos love it and walk away with approximately 3 eggs, which are gone by the time we get to the post-hunt park outing.   

Squirt took it all in.  Hard to believe that next year she'll be hunting eggs herself:(  My little babe. 

 

Oh the love Dude has for Miss Riley.  Most of the time the feeling is mutual.  He can be a bit smothering:) 

 

Not Easter related, but Grandma gave Duder his first "bigish boy" bike for his birthday.  After an initial, very dramatic wipe out on the driveway, he's starting to get his feet wet. 

This is our favorite Squirt face.  ALERT and READY for whatever might come her way.  Dude has forced her to be too oh too familiar with this stance.  Note, her perma-bib.  We go through 3 a day.

 

We took Dude and Bradster to the Wildlife Experience's Eggstravaganza over the weekend.  They had fun, but sorry kids.  Never again.  Absolute chaos.  

Easter day.  After church we headed to Oma Bosch's for our annual chow fest and egg hunt.  Everything about this day is just pure fun.  The food was especially delicious and plentiful.  The weather was predicated to be rainy and miserable, but the skies smiled on us and allowed for most activities to take place in the great outdoors. 

Our little fam.  We looked at our kids last night and just smiled at the way we were all brought together and how amazing it is that these two perfect kids are ours and each others. 

They matched.  Our little Squirt in her dress from our friends, the Kroms.  10 on the darling scale huh?

The lovely ladies, minus a few.

Of course his egg hunting bag ended up on his head.  Where else would one put it?

 

We now have to do multiple rounds for the egg hunt.  You can see the 10 reasons why in the above shot.

As Dude calls her, "Auntie James" and her little cutie Cohen.

 

Uncle Mark, Heater and Noly were matching plaid men. 

Oma and Opa, ravishing in their purple.

 

"Mmmm.  I don't know where the blue egg is Nolan.  Let's look really hard."

 

Oma Bosch sat in the window to avoid the cold.  The kids kept their noses to the glass to be the first to find out the next color of the hunt.

 

Duder got tired of racing people to find the eggs, so he sat his little bootie right next to Oma and "helped" her decide on which colors to choose.