Me at the Magic House

Mohawk

Mohawks are always fun.

Easter

For Easter, we drove to TN. The day we arrived, a huge windy storm had hit just hours before. Trees were blown over- roots and all. Dad and I had a blast climbing and sliding down the fallen trees.

The weekend was nice outside and Parker and I died eggs and made sugar cookies with Oma. Oma's church held an egg hunt. I was pretty picky about which eggs I picked up. I only liked certain colors, and some had morning rain on them, so I chose not to pick up the wet eggs. Only the best eggs made it into his basket.