Easter Eggs are not a traditional bit of English life. Actually, I take that back. Dyeing Easter eggs is not a traditional bit of English life. When a Brit uses that term, they are talking about a giant hollow chocolate egg filled with other candies.
Colored eggs don't happen, because regular chicken eggs are generally brown. If you want white eggs, you either buy duck eggs or know someone who keeps "rare breed" chickens. So, Grandma Fehr helped us a bit while we used the dye tablets Grandma Jeanne had bought to help the kids have a good ole' American Easter egg dye fest. Cami was overjoyed -- she'd missed that bit of Easter in 2009.
The treasures found in the backyard during the hunt with Cousin Angie.
The night before we left to head home, I didn't have the focus to get the kids to bed. So Sabriand (the newest uncle for my crew) took little Rosie to the family room & tried to read her to sleep -- it was almost a success.
The day before we left, we went down to Polson to see Great Grandma Gessaman. Jason was looking over family photos with his grandmother & Rosie wanted to see too.
More family photos to look at with Sharilyn, the cool aunt who brought Sabriand into the family, & Great Grandma.
Getting a lesson on how vintage clock-toys work.
Cami loves Cousin Angie. Angie is only two days older than Graham, but Cami co-opted her (I think because they have the same hair color & the same shoes.)
Grandpa melted my heart when he took Rosie for a walk to get the mail.
Guess what's on TV? (Hint: my father-in-law is from Canada.) Does your guess involve ice & sticks?
Cami was catching snow on her tongue.
