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Easter 2012

Easter 2012 has come and gone. I will count it as another success.
When Diva was a baby I had some friends and their kids over to decorate Easter Eggs. I have done it every year since. This year I was brave and let Owen and Carter and their little friends decorate eggs as well. The weather was fantastic the day we did our decorating so I set up tables outside and let the kids loose out there.

We stripped the babies down to their skivvies and let them at it. I saw an idea on Pinterest that said to put the egg in a whisk and dip it in the dye. It didn't work.
The bigger kids had their own table and their own madness. They were all very particular about how they wanted their eggs to look.
After decorating the dads hid some plastic eggs and we let the kids hunt. The concept was a little lost on the babies.
Easter was actually a week after we did our egg decorating. I invited Nana Karen, Papa Brad, Nana Sue, Papa Jim and Aunt Bets over for lunch. Diva was wired for sound. She was so excited she could hardly stand herself. The Easter Bunny left a Justin Bieber CD in her basket. Very. Big. Deal.
Diva~ always camera ready
The Dudes each got some Woody dolls from Toy Story in their baskets. It was love at first sight for Carter. Almost a week later he is still enamored with Woody. Which of course, Mr. Mayer and I being the normal 12 year olds er, um, grown ups we are there have been endless jokes about "Woody."
Carter

Owen
I was majorly in love with the Dudes and their bow ties. They were perfect. I ordered them from here. She's creative like I wish I could be. I follow her blog (Mama and the Dudes) and adore her and her adorable Dudes.
The weather was a little icky, but we still had a great day~and ate too much pie. 
Beau



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  1. Woody jokes never get old. Just sayin'. Great pics, as usual.

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  2. The boys in their bow ties look ADORABLE! I'm so glad you liked them!

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