We were in Arizona for the annual Easter Egg Hunt and family Easter dinner.
We were blessed to have all the grand children with their parents in attendance this year.
We also invited my sister, her husband, and grand daughter to join us.
The newest member of the family was also present.
Each year I am amazed at how they change and grow so much in 12 months.
Some are even taller than their uncles and they hide the eggs rather than hunt the eggs.
There was some creative egg hiding.
Grandpa Glen ramped things up this year with the bubble machine on the table to the left.
Daddies and mommies helped.
Grandpa supervised from the bench.
I managed to get an individual picture of every hunter.
Those with new glasses.
Those who traveled far to join us.
Those who couldn't make it last year. See that golden egg. There was one for each child and grandpa had filled them with two gold dollars and a $2 bill.
This sweetheart also traveled far.
The littlest sister with a new baby brother.
Sometimes it is hard to keep track of all your jelly beans.
Our author who once again won for her age group in the school wide district writing contest.
The master egg finder.
My sweet little grand niece.
My favorite picture taken by my son of his daughter getting a lift to collect the last gold egg.
Soon it was time to open all those eggs.
Lots of eggs for everyone.
It is always fun to find the "treasures" that are egg size.
There is also a bit of comparing. I changed things up a bit last year. More about that later.
Some people like to line their eggs up.
This is why we plant our winter grass in October.
It makes Easter egg hunts better. And more comfortable.
Our new big eyed boy.
Life is definitely better with cousins.
Grandpa added a surprise this year, small fireworks in the eggs. Overheard by one dad, "I thought Grandpa was kidding when he said he put fireworks in the eggs."
And that is how it ended.