Easter Digs

This year I attempted to make the girls matching Easter dresses. Megan agreed as long as she could pick out the fabric so it wasn't too "little girly." I think she made a great choice. It turned out to take quite a while to make them though since I had to do it after Lily went to bed. She wanted to help me by pushing the pedal and the reverse button. So after several nights of very little sleep, they were finished. Lily even let me put that ridiculous flower on her head.

The boys got black suits. Hunter wouldn't put the tie on, but he's still cute.

Easter Eggs

This was the first Easter Lily could participate in the Egg Hunt. The big kids hid the eggs and the little ones hunted them. (Hunter was so excited that "Hunt" is in his name by the way.)

Lily didn't quite get the concept that you are supposed to put the eggs in the basket though. She did, however get that there were yummy things to eat inside the eggs.








Lily trying out a Peep. She wasn't too thrilled with it. Frankly, neither am I, but it's one of thoses traditions you just have to get--like chocolate-covered cherries at Christmas (yuck!). Somehow every year we think we are going to like them and every year we end up taking one bite and throwing them out. In Lily's case, she was covered in yellow slimey stickiness.

The manditory dyeing of the eggs. We got a "glitter kit" this year. Mistake.

Lily's Stepping Out

The weather finally cleared up enough to take Lily outside for the first time. Hunter showed her the ropes on what to do in the Cozy Coupe. She seemed a little unsure and was quite funny trying to walk up the drive way--She ended up going backward and seems surprised by it.

Seattle Space Needle

Alex decided he would get season tickets to the Space Needle. (I suggested maybe the Children's Museum, the Zoo, Wild Waves, but he was enthralled with the Space Needle.) By the way, we can bring guests, so if you decide to come visit us, your Space Needle visit is on us.





I think we'll go again when it is warmer and drier--oh, and lighter.

Farm School at the Puyallup Fairgrounds

I had the privilege of escorting Hunter's Kindergarten class to the Puyallup Fair School. It was actually a lot more interesting that I originally thought it would be.

If we ever get chickens, it would have to be these Polish hens. Loved their mops.

Petting the chicks with one finger.

Sorting tomatoes

Hunter is 12 hands tall

An interesting note: I just finished reading Glen Beck's The Christmas Sweater (an excellent tear-jerking book by the way) and he mentions the Puyallup Fair in the book. Kind of cool.