For the 2nd year in a row we got away without any questions or requests for dying eggs, so we skipped it (again). Here’s hoping we’ll be able to get away with this for at least one more easter. :)
We had our annual neighborhood egg hunt. We seemed to have less kids this year and it was amazing.
The kids were so fast, I really didn’t catch any action shots, but believe me it was fun watching them search frantically.
Love all these people.
The Easter Bunny hid the baskets pretty well this year, so we had to give some clues for Macey and Miles to find theirs.
Ruby didn’t seem to mind that the Easter Bunny brought her yogurt drops instead of candy, but in the end she was able to snatch just enough candy from the big kids to satisfy her cravings.
We did our annual tripod easter family picture. And it went about as good as it always does.
I tried to get individual ones of each of the kids too, but M&M of course wouldn’t cooperate.
So, here are the good kids of the morning:
Since we didn’t have anyone coming over for dinner on Easter, we decided we should take advantage of the perfect weather and go on a hike.
We ventured to Big Cottonwood Canyon to hike to Donut Falls. The week before we had hike in Little Cottonwood Canyon and the trails had been perfect, so the thought of tons of snow did not cross our minds. Big Mistake. This hike ended our good hiking streak.
The first .75 miles were great and we were still in the dark as to what awaited ahead of us.
The snow slowly started showing up, but we still had high hopes that everything would be fine.
We put the kids on some snow free rocks to eat their snacks, while we ventured up a little bit to see how the trail looked.
We decided they could handle it and it would be fun. We were wrong.
We ignored Miles’ screams and ventured up the snowy/icey path in our shorts and keens. There was lots of screaming, slipping, falling, crying, and laughing.
At one point while trying to get Macey and Miles up a particularly icy and steep part of the trail, I slipped and hit my head fairly hard. We went about another 500 feet after this before we saw sense and realized there was no way we were going to make it to donut falls on the ice with 4 little kids.
So, we sadly turned around and had to face the slippery slope back down.
At this point Miles was screaming and crying so much, I just picked him up and carried him to where the snow stopped to wait for Paul and the other 3 kids.
It’s going to be awhile until I am recovered enough to go hiking with these 4 again.
Life lesson learned…Never go hiking on Easter.