Girls with Curls, or Not

Not only did I get a little snuggle with our new baby girl, but big sister Buttercup wanted to come home with me from Mom's last Sunday, Mother's Day. It was such a treat to be able to spend some one on one time with her.  First she wanted to pick the eggs.  Then it was time for some swinging.  She was not in the least deterred by the gentle misty rain falling, so I decided I wouldn't be either.

I so wish I had a video of this particular swing experience.  I grabbed an umbrella for me and put a towel on her head and a plastic bag I found in the car around her shoulders.  It was a long clear bag and when I started swinging her it came undone and looked just like she had a set of big, translucent wings. She laughed and laughed and laughed at her fairiest self.

 

 Next, we needed a change of clothes and some play dough fun.  A little beauty shop here.

 By this time she'd worked up an appetite and felt the need for one of the eggs she had picked. Which she scarfed right down.

It was a fun time.  

On Thursday Miss Swee-tee came back to my classroom to find the eggs she's put in the incubator transformed.  She was so gentle with them and this yellow one was her favorite.  She held it for the longest time.  So cute.

Ahhh, that's a big part of the reason I keep this egg/Chickie girl thing going. And well, another reason are these amazing eggs.  The yolks looked like you colored them with a deep orange crayon.