April is an unusually busy month around here. We have no less than 4 important lovey’s birthdays right in the middle of the month. Add the hanging cross holiday and a little waiting for Elijah or Miriam… then you can get my drift about how nutty I am usually feeling right about now. So it is with mirth and giggles that we have officially declared the egg-hunting festivities ridiculous! For the last several years I end up making cookies and dying the white orbs all by my lonesome. The kids get bored, it’s not their thing anyway and run off to do something else. And they don’t even like hard-boiled eggs anyway! So we have these eggs, the day has been filled with birthday preparedness or some such silliness and we’ve forgotten all about actually engaging in a ‘traditional’ egg-hunt until we are all finally seated for dinner… and then oops! the sun’s gone down. After the first year, it was pretty ridiculolus. The second year, it was what it was. This year, we call it tradition. And I think we are gonna keep it, cause it’s funny and it works for us.