Egg hunting

Gus enjoyed the Oroville egg hunt on Saturday. It was a gorgeous day in O-town, in this pic you can see Lake Osoyoos.

Gus practiced his manners and offered Grammy Kath an egg. He proudly found 5 of his own in the 0-3 age area. There was some tough competition out there, namely a few girls that couldn't have been a day younger than 4, but for the most part he held is own. And the easter bunny left a few nice things for him.

His new vocab for the holiday includes: "hop" (what bunnies do), "bunn" (for bunny), "treat" (yes, a few jellybeans were had), and of course "eck" (egg) which he has been saying for a while but really broke it in this past weekend. He talks more and more now and really is starting to make sense to us. Only a few words are cutely confused. He calls a beer "beard" but also points to daddy's face and clearly says "beard". I can see how these two items are closely related and easily confused. That is why we don't call my almost nightly glass of vino "Mommy's medicine" because the potential for embarrassment down the road is too great.

Well I need to find and toss the easter grass that has made its way all over the house. Take care.

Shay