A little rain couldn’t keep these egg hunters inside.
Making Resurrection Rolls.
Side note: There was an awful smell in our closet a few days after Easter and I couldn’t seem to find the source. I had the kids down on all fours sniffing around on the floor. I thought it was a dirty diaper that got thrown behind the clothes somehow (I know that sounds disgusting, but it could totally happen around here unfortunately). Scott couldn’t smell ANYTHNG, but it was getting worse by the day. Finally around the two week mark, I looked up and saw the Easter baskets. I immediately knew what the smell was. I got them down and found two molded, rotten eggs. How did he not smell that!?!