I spent Easter in Arizona with my kids. The weekend started off fine, and even though it ended on a sour note, with me putting myself as a candidate for the worst father ever, it was still nice to see them. It'd been far too long.
We dyed eggs, and Tortellini and Togers hid them in the back yard so that Mr M could go on an Easter egg hunt.
I only had one contribution to the egg hiding, and that was trying to use camouflage to hide this one in the pool.
Tortellini thought it would be fun to draw various things on some of the eggs she colored. They turned out pretty cool. She's creative, that one.
But my favorite egg might have been the one my ex's boyfriend made.
Togers didn't draw on any of his because I told him not to draw a pentagram on an Easter egg.
Mr M got tired of searching for them rather quickly, but persevered and found them all anyway. What a good sport.