I'm just a tad bit behind on posts, but I suppose life happens. When I was a kid, the Easter Bunny brought dyed eggs and a basket of goodies. It was only when I hit adulthood that I realized how much fun it is to dye the eggs. So we've changed our tradition a little bit. We all dye the eggs together and the EB fills a basket that we've left out (because who wants 5,000 plastic baskets?) and hides plastic eggs filled with goodies and the eggs we've dyed. She wanted to leave the hard-boiled eggs outside for the bunny to find, but I assured her that he'd be able to find them in the refrigerator.

Dyeing eggs with Dad:

One of the finished dozen:

Finding the basket on Easter morning:

The bunny was as big as her head:

The hunt is on:

With Grandma:

She needed two baskets to collect them all. Most of the plastic eggs were filled with bouncy balls, by the way.