Easter Eggs

My mother came over Monday morning to play with Layla while I decorated Easter eggs. We love to decorate eggs each year. Somehow we always seem to run out of eggs before we run out of design ideas.
My mother makes her perfect hard boiled eggs by placing her eggs In a large pot, covering them with water and bringing them to a boil. Once the water boils, she sets a timer for six minutes. When the six minutes are up mom turns the stove off and lets the eggs rest in the hot water for an additional six minutes.  After that, she immediately rinses them with cold water. Then they are ready to decorate.
We kept our decorating pretty simple this year compared to other years. What did you do? Are you easter eggs works of art? Masterpieces worthy of the Sistine Chapel? Or did you keep things simple using farm fresh eggs and natural vegetable dyes? Either way I'd love to hear it and see your egg decorating pictures!

The Easter Bunny

Not so early last Sunday morning the whole family set out to visit Mike's Grandma who has been in the hospital for nearly two weeks. Along the way we made two pit stops. First at a bait shop then at a bakery.
Mike needed to stop at Musky Mike's bait shop in Okauchee to pick up a special lure that the walleyes think is irresistible lately and I needed to stop at a bakery because,  frankly,  this momma isn't happy until she eats breakfast (I can't be the only one, right?).
For one reason or another mike was pretty adamant that I needed to accompany him into the baitshop. And no, it's not because I like to help him pick out the prettiest lures. Apparently, fish don't care about pretty. I can't remember the exact reason he wanted me to come in but have since determined that it was fate.
Anyway, it didn't take long for us to locate the specific lure and we were just about to check out when mike asked me "did you see what's in the box?"
"What box?" I replied.
"The one down there. " he said while gesturing toward my feet.
I hadn't noticed the small box before then. As I knelt down to peer into the crate I felt unsure of what type of critter I would find I would find in a bait shop. I braced myself for a surprise, half expecting to find some sort of wild animal. Instead all I saw was a furry black butt.
"What is it?" I asked the store clerk.
"A rabbit." he replied, continuing to explain that a friend of his had dropped it off a few days prior. Someone else was supposed to come pick it up, but they has never shown up. So the rabbit needed a new home before the clerk decided to turn it into dinner.
The instant I heard the word "rabbit" I was excited. By the time the clerk finished explaining how he had acquired the animal, I was already cuddling the bunny in my lap.
"I'll take it!" I told him, ignoring mike who was in the backround, adamantly shaking his head "no!"
Pretty soon we had loaded the rabbit into the trunk, whom I'd already dubbed "Musky Mike" after the name of the bait shop, and continued on our way to get breakfast and visit Grandma (who is doing better, by the way).
  That's how the easter bunny arrived at our house. Since then, "Musky Mike" turned out to be a "Musky Michelle". She is a beautiful black Dutch rabbit who was on blue eye and one brown. She has settled in well at home. Layla fell in love with her new "Easter Bunny" immediately. She tries to pet and pick up Michelle or "Mischa" so much that we  have to put the rabbit back into her cage just so she can relax sometimes.
Overall our family feels a little more complete now that there's a bunny among us. She is the perfect pet for our family right now.