Soren stands outside the fray at his first Easter egg hunt.-Saturday afternoon Auntie Loriann came over and we (me, Abe, Loriann, and Abe's brother Quentin) dyed eggs during Soren's nap. We'd gone through two dozen eggs when Loriann noticed that Quentin hadn't yet dyed a single egg. "Are you going to dye an egg?" she asked.
The highlight of our Easter egg hunt was running into our good friends Ressa and Ryan, who had brought Ressa's daughter, Grace, to try her hand at the warlike art of Easter egg hunting. She seems to have had a more successful experience hunting eggs with the 3-to-5-year-olds.Grace showing off her spoils.
"I was going to," replied Quentin, "But while I was thinking about a design, you guys dyed all the eggs."
Loriann rolled her eyes and handed him a freshly boiled egg. "HERE'S an egg," she said. "Hold on to it until you decide."
Quentin sat for a few more moments, then quick-dipped an egg into a cup of blue dye. "There," he said. "Done." And he set the egg back in the carton to dry. Loriann was deeply perturbed. Here she is pictured demonstrating the similarities between Quentin's egg and an undyed egg. Quentin maintains that it is elegantly subtle. I tend to agree.
After the egg-dying festivities, Soren awoke, and Loriann set out some eggs in the front room for Soren to find. He immediately found two, sat down, and smacked them joyfully together until they cracked.
-The Easter bunny showed up late Sunday afternoon and left baskets for Abe, Quentin, and Soren. (I guess I haven't mentioned that Quentin's been living with us for the past month. We're planning on having him here until Fall, when he starts school at LDS business college with his (favorite?) sister, Briar.) I think the Easter bunny did a pretty dang good job.