We had eggs for weeks.

We decorate our Easter eggs in July, don't you?



Okay, no we don't.  I'm just that behind on my photos.
 

During holidays like these, especially where there are traditions at hand, I realize how quickly children grow up.  Not being one naturally gifted at creating ritual and routine, when Avery turned one year old, I began scrambling at every holiday trying to figure out what each holiday entails, what kind of traditions we were going to do to make special days special, what I needed to do to prepare in advance (tired of the last minute scramble every holiday) and then we would implement whatever part of tradition that we could handle.



During egg dying, pretty much every year before this one, I was fairly unsure that my little family of (then) six little hands frantic to be engaged was capable of dying eggs in any organized sort of fashion.  Eggs dropping, dye spilling, monochromatic eggs.  This isn't to say it wasn't fun.  One year Grandma and Grandpa did it with us, I believe another year we did it with other cousins.  But still.  It was muy stressful for the mama bird.



I must report here, today, months after we actually did it and my memory has faded generously, I'm sure, we actually had such a blast doing it this year.  My babies are growing up.  When did this happen??  Based on our previous years experiences, my expectations were low.  So this year we got everyone ready for bed the evening before Easter, we stepped back, let the kids take charge (first year they have been old enough!) and it really was fun.  I mourn a little bit the fact that my kids are growing up, but there are definitely up sides as well.



Unfortunately as I look at these photos I realize I could never pull off Easter if it was this month, I realized that I've had a baby again and as such my memory card has been completely erased.  We'll be winging holidays again for the next year until we've done them all again and I don't have a baby in between the holiday and my brain.  Please tell me I'm not the only mom who loses her mind with a baby?  WAAAAAAY worse this time than the previous.

 Also, remember when we could keep our front and back doors open?  Sigh.