Easter week

Weather has continued to cooperate for Caleb’s game schedule.  He’s only had one rained out so far and I haven’t sat through any in freezing temperatures. 

The Tiny House has been the gift that keeps giving, as we work our way through our wine shop purchases.

I bought this one for the label.

Shortly before Easter the conversation turned to how my siblings and I used to dye Easter eggs with the old Paas kit—dissolve the different colored tablets in cups and then soak the eggs, but if you want to be cool and have an egg two different colors, you had to hold it with the little wire thingy halfway in the water, keeping it at exactly the right height for a straight line, and then you flip it over and hold it again in another color.  And so you sit there forever (because you want a nice dark color, obviously) until your arm cramps up and you’re shaking from holding it just so.

Well.  Ada raised her eyebrows as I was explaining this, and the question arose:  Why didn’t you just put it in a smaller cup so you didn’t have to hold it?

Why not…use…a smaller…cup…

Yes.  Yes, it did take me until I was 41 to think of this.

Meanwhile, Ada heard you could dye eggs with shaving cream and food coloring, so she gathered her younger siblings and they did this in about 15 minutes, no arm cramping required:

Kids these days.

Easter Sunday was a promising spring day, warm enough for an outdoor egg hunt.

Digging for worms to feed to the chicks.

We took the week after Easter for a second spring break (we had one in March as well).  On Monday I promised to take Liz and Caleb shopping for shoes and summer clothes.  Then Monday morning it did this:

It’s just flurries, right?  Shopping had to be done, so I took them anyway.

Over the course of the day it changed from rain to sleet to mixed to snow and by the time all was said and done we had two inches of slushy, sleety snow on the ground, which made for a harrowing drive home from the mall that I needed a few days to recover from.

Wednesday was the scheduled day for my semiannual shopping trip with Ada, by which time, thankfully, the snow had melted.  Below, IKEA.

Then on Friday we visited Nana and Grandpa, whose house I hadn’t been to for ages.

It was warm enough by then to get sweaty and sunburnt walking on the greenway.

And then Nana served us shrimp cocktail out of my grandmother’s wedding crystal, because that’s how classy we are.