Could any little boy look more miserable? I felt so awful!
After the bunny debacle, we head home and just want to take a nap and so do our kids so we do just that! Mind you, we still have not shopped for their basket stuff and it's Saturday around 4pm. Maybe we should not have been so quick to nap. Anyway, I wake up first and am seriously starting to get anxious because we still need to shop, I still want Brady to see the Easter Jell-O jigglers I made for him earlier in the day, we have to dye eggs, eat dinner, and writing this is making me feel anxious all over again! Nick wakes up and I say, I am going to get the stuff for the baskets, see ya later. I run to Wal-Mart and realize I left without making any dinner or nursing Avery. Just when I am thinking that, I get a call from Nick. Avery is hungry, what should Brady eat for dinner, etc. So Nick deals with the dinner situation and I deal with the other procrastinators at Wal-Mart the night before Easter at 7pm. Not great planning!! I get home very tired and Nick and I(well mostly just me) decide we still want to dye eggs with Brady, we'll just let him stay up an extra hour. Guess who was and was NOT excited about this plan......
At least he's trying, right?This is where my memory gets dicey because I started to mentally break down when Brady started doing this: So, after fretting about it, thinking I would be depriving my son of his first egg dying experience, we died 22 eggs and Brady broke all 22 eggs seconds after we pulled them from the dye. He was looking for "baby balls" inside the eggs.
While we get the egg stuffs ready, Brady partakes of the delicious Jell-O jigglers I made especially for him, and he LOVED them. It was probably the only part of the day that went right!!
A few cute ones before the egg demolition!
Let the demolishing begin!!