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Easter Eggs

This year we did not dye eggs. We were gone Friday night and all day Saturday for the 25 K that Mike and Meagan ran. Sunday the kidlets woke up to baskets and after church I hard boiled eggs. But... I was getting ill and very tired and bribed my kids into waiting till Monday, which ended up being a day where I was even more ill and tired. Sadie was consoled with the Easter Bunny hiding candy for her to find Tuesday morning and a little special present (which happened to be earrings that I had bought for her two Christmases ago when she got her ears pierced and had forgotten about, only to rediscover in my jewelry jar (yes, it's a crystal jar that holds misc. jewelry) last week), and the promise that sometime- "days and days from now when ( I ) am feeling better, can we can dye some eggs?" Would 362 days work do you think?

Today Mike had to run out to Fort Ord to register for Tricare (our health insurance) and it is right near the commissary and so he told me that if I e-mailed my list he would do my shopping for me (you have to love this guy). Well he came home with my groceries and all manner of yummy and nonnutritional food that was not included on my list, no wonder the kids love going anywhere with dad way more than with me. There happened to be a sale on Easter candy so included in the loot were Reece's peanut butter eggs and two bags full of plastic eggs already stuffed with candy. These eggs were extra special because they either glowed in the dark, hung from a string, suction cupped to windows, or had sticky on them to attach them to any other surface deemed appropriate. Soooo.... after Ellyn, Sawyer, the dogs, and I took a lovely walk in the meadow, I commenced to festoon the kitchen with treasure filled eggs. Problem- one dropped and Sawyer and Ellyn discovered what was inside.

The next 15 minutes was a candy frenzy as I fed them little pieces of Laffy Taffy- then a box of Nerds was discovered. I had the two of them sit side by side on the table while I filled their little mouths with artificially flavored and colored pellets of goodness. They did this birdie style, little mouths turned up and waiting not so patiently for the mother bird to fill their little beaks. They were sooo cute. Luckily I had leftover Easter candy to refill several eggs. Sadie was thrilled and I think Jane was pretty pleased as well.

A little side note. Ellyn gave Sawyer three kisses today. One when he tried to give her a kiss while I was changing Ellie's diaper (normally she would just casually push him away or turn her head or both but she puckered up instead). The second was at the meadow when he came running up to her making kissie noises/faces and she puckered up again, and lastly as we sat in the meadow playing with the tall grasses. Sawyer sat down across from Ellyn and placed his hand gently on her knee. They sat there looking at some wildflowers and all of the sudden Ellyn leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Sawyer's lips. He was so happy. I can't tell you how often that kid tries to snuggle that sister of his. It was definitely a brother and sister bonding day. A day to melt a mother's heart.

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holy smokes, brooke stinchfield. is blogland weird or what? i stumbled on you through someoen else's blog, and i was like "hey, i made chocolates once with a girl named brooke stinchfield. wonder if it's her?"

and it is.

your family has grown a lot. congrats. do you still keep in touch with angela and travis?

you could email me at anbproductions@gmail.com if you felt so inspired.

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