Easter 2012

Dying eggs takes a lot of concentration...

Year #2 of her thinking vinegar tastes good?!?!

Getting ready to go to the Easter part/egg hunt:

Decorate your own cookie:

Would you like some cookie with your sprinkles? She proceeded to lick the plate after the cookie was gone.

This church "hides" (hide is all relative) about 4,000 eggs, but breaks the kiddos up by age which is so appreciated by the parents!

Chipmunk cheeks..."how much loot can I put down before mom takes my basket away and starts rationing my stash?"

Helping mom make the crust for the Tiramisu Cheesecake

A jelly bean trail from her room to the basket with some of the goodies. The Easter Bunny in his (or her) infinite wisdom only forgot the stupid things were on the floor twice.

She's pretty serious about her chocolate...

Obviously coordinating outfits is NOT this mother's fortes:

Pancake breakfast at church:

And just to make sure everybody gets a good chuckle....
On Friday afternoon I went to get Kylie up from "nap." While I knew she hadn't slept, I praised her and thanked her for sitting in her room so quietly and playing for a good rest time. And then I looked above her bed. Two walls covered in something I couldn't quite determine. The conversation went something like this:
Me: WHAT is all over your walls? Marker? Pen? Crayon?
K: Oh, no, that's money.
M: Money? You drew on the walls with money?
K: Yup! Should I go put it in my piggy bank now?
I was so furious I couldn't even respond and actually had to stifle a laugh. Had I reacted I may very well be writing this from my holding cell at the county jail. Fast forward to Jon getting home from work. I told him how well most of the day was, etc. then took him up to her room. Not long after Kylie comes trudging up the steps and waltzed in as if nothing had gone wrong. After discussing it again, the conversation went something like this:
Jon: Kylie, what did you do?
K: I wrote on the walls with money.
Jon: Kylie, you ruined the walls and now we're going to have to paint in here.
K: Ohhhh, can I have it pink?

AGAHHHHHHHHHHH. Although I don't think for a second she thought ahead to mark up the walls in hopes of new paint (she's been asking for a pink room since Abby got her room painted pink!), she certainly was quick to monopolize on her poor decision.

Alas, after talking with Grandma Rosie, who suggested the purchase of a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, the walls are good as new! Thank goodness it's plaster and not sheetrock which would have been gouged.