Easter

This year was a little more fun since Beck could do more, but he still needed a lot of help. We dyed eggs, and of course he was cracking them at first, but he started to understand that he needed to be gentle. Afterward, his fingers looked so gross.

I hid eggs in the backyard for Beck to find. When I say hid, I mean I put eggs in obvious places like in each potted plant and on each chair. I pointed out each egg, and Beck would put it in the bag I had. Why didn't I have an Easter basket? I don't remember the answer to that.

Harley helped.

Peep smores.

Those web-looking things aren't cracks. 

I'm not sure why that happened, but it was cool.