Egg Decorating didn’t go as well this year as I had envisioned.  Maybe it was my mood.  Maybe I deluded myself into thinking we’d actually make pretty eggs.  While the process was messy and required me to have 17 hands, the girls are in love with their eggs.  They jump up on stools several times a day to check on them.  They ask visitors to pick a favorite.  Hence, making the stains on my island worth the grief.

We wish everyone a very Happy Easter.  The probiotics seem to be helping the girls, and they have each digested a small piece of cookie and a piece of cornbread.  It is possible they’ll be able to eat a piece of chocolate tomorrow.  I know, that’s just CRAZY talk!  They may not notice the candy (ha ha ha, just joking) when they see the ironing board and iron the Easter Bunny is bringing.  Don’t look at me!  Sara asked the Easter Bunny at the Mall to fit it into her basket.  She marched right up to him, waved away his lap, and looked him right into those scary eyes (I find mall Easter Bunnies to be insanely creepy), and said, “I’d like an ironing board, iron and some chocolate PREEAASE (please).”  I guess she has some spring cleaning to do.