What could be sweeter than hand dipped eggs made by sweet children to then be gently placed in green grass for the youngest to seek out with anticipation !
Ha That does not happen at my House !!!!
Yep, with boys easter egg hunting is like a practice mission at a army base with eggs being the hand granades. Yes it was and is a time in which I just try to get the boys to go through the motions for me and their grandmother. No pretty dresses, no easter baskets with pretty ribbon. Just Camo buckets ! But I did not count on my Lab to participate this year. After Josh and I hid the eggs ( yes I had to force him away from the tv) I ran to yell at my youngest to come and find the eggs. Only to look back and see my sweet girl Molly (my lab) eating the eggs ! Good grief I will never win at this ! 
OK - I see these eggs. But I was told that there was a HUGE egg found by the chickens out back. Where is a picture of that one???? HUH
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