Good Friday Goodness

I’m playing catch up here. 

The older kids had the day off from school on Good Friday.  It was a windy and cool day, a rare thing in April where we live.  We stayed outside as much as possible and did Good Friday good things.

Like dye Easter eggs.  My kids like to hunt for real hardboiled eggs on Easter.  The thought has never occurred to them to ask to hunt for chocolate eggs or jelly bean filled eggs (however they get them in their baskets).  I don’t know if it’s the colored shells or what, but they eat the heck out of the hardboiled eggs and squabble over who gets which one and how many.  Without fail, every Easter, they consistently consume anywhere from 5-8 hardboiled eggs each!  Dry yolks and all.  It’s insanity. 

See those eyes?  That’s why this child gets away with so much.  I’m mush.

Ari was so excited to be dying eggs, and she held her posture the whole hour or more on a bench with no back and no footrest.  Pretty amazing that one.

Liam was in charge of the yellow dye.  I figured, at the very least, the yellow may come out of clothes easier (all the colors came out just fine).  He helped make the straight yellow, orangey yellow, lime green – basically anything that needed a hint of yellow. 

   

Making Ariana happy has got to be one of the most rewarding endeavors.  Making any of my children happy is a wonderful and gratifying thing, but Ari just makes sure to communicate to you, in every possible way, that she is loving her life and that she appreciates every everyday miracle… gently reminding you to do the same. 

 

These pretty babies were dyed with the regular old-fashioned Paas with white vinegar recipe.  No Pinterest worthy methods applied.  The kids chose their own colors and did their thing.  I just arranged them all pretty once they had dried.

Liam flew his first kite.  It was um… adorable.

  

Ariana went to riding therapy way out in the real country as she does every week.  She has such a connection with animals, and she has made so much progress from being up on her horse, Pace.  It isn’t free, and I always end up struggling to stave off anaphylaxis because of my allergies to horses and hay, but she’s worth it. 

 

Bella met a new foal.  We were told that the foal was wary of humans and hadn’t ever had any interest in them.

Bella paid no attention to that disclaimer.

The foal had a change of heart once she got to know Bella.  Bella has that effect on others.  People (and animals) love her for her goodness.  Simple as that.