Easter eggs dying started up on Saturday evening, later than planned. I hard boiled the eggs earlier int he day, but we had some last minute shopping to do throughout the day so we got home later than expected. I think the Easter Bunny also needed to make a shopping trip--hence delaying the egg-dying.
Bubba's colorful eggs....
Wiggy left a card for the Easter Bunny...
This year mama asked Big daddy to take over the basket shopping duties...and it was the right choice. The kids were not disappointed.
The loot....
The Easter Bunny even left mama a basket this year....in my bathroom sink! :) That bunny knows just what i needed.....
Photos Before church on Sunday...
Even in the shade, the blue-eyed bugs can't keep their eyes open.
After church we headed to the Broken Yolk for brunch. Luke's parents met us there at 12:30. After a busy weekend we weren't really feeling like cooking much, so we dedided to eat out. I think it was a good choice.
After a big lunch we headed back to the house to hunt eggs.
I swear...my kids will be grown adults and still fighting over locating eggs in the backyard on Easter. This is serious business. Bubba made sure Wiggy only got a 30-second head start.
That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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