Eggs

We dyed eggs this Easter on Saturday night. It was such a calm and clean experience. I say that to mean the boys are growing up. There were no spills, eggs cracking or screaming and fighting. I was sitting there watching them doing it all by themselves and I thought back to years past and realized how fast my boys are growing up. I made them promise me they would dye eggs with me when they were 18 and in college. They both said yes they would.

Look at their styles-JL with no shirt and Mac with a crazy hat and necklaces and an awful shirt that some how got lost (thrown away) last week.