Spring Break

The kids and I headed up to Washington for Spring break.  We flew in late on Saturday and woke up Easter morning to dye eggs (or dye hands, if you are Eleanor).

My mom had a wonderful time buying treats (and shoes) for the kids and we had an egg hunt that afternoon.

There was of course much tickling and giggling and playing.  The boys were constantly begging someone to jump on the trampoline with them.  One evening Eleanor was in the bath and heard the boys jumping and screamed and cried because she wanted to go out too.

We took a rainy day outing to Olympia to the Children’s museum.  We have planned to go there every time I go home for the past 6 years, and we finally made it.  It was definitely worth the trip.

My mom helps coach the high school track team so we went out to a practice with her.  She smoothed out the long jump track and the boys had a blast seeing how far they could jump (measured by the tongs on the rake). 

After jumping we played some soccer and ran around the track.  It was cold and drizzly and we loved it.

I know by now I should probably stop saying “back home” when I talk of going to Washington, after all, I have lived in Utah for 12 years.  I guess I will stop calling it that when it stops feeling that way to me.  Which, I hope, is never.