Every Easter we host—dinner, egg hunt, the whole dozen eggs. 

Every year, I dread it—Easter always comes 3 weeks too early, the house is never ready, the yard less so, and I have no inspiration.  And every year, I am so glad we did it and I vow to do it the following year. 

It looks like a salamander, which sounds better than just a lizard, but I found this little guy when I was ripping apart a falling garden wall and rebuilding it.  (Note: Dwayne put me in charge of it years ago, I think because it was small and hard to screw up.  Ha—don’t underestimate ME, baby!)

 

He was quickly loved, and the girls went to work building him a salamander resort.

Salamander passed the IQ test by disappearing during a popsicle break.

I could be referring to an aquarium visit, or an art project. 

Really, it’s just a fancy way of cutting up hotdogs and serving it over cabbage and noodles.  The kids absolutely love it until they had to eat it.  Sigh.

I’m not sure who loves whom the most in this threesome—Wesley, Spiderman, or Parker.  We’ll call it a tie.

The girl loves to have her picture taken.  And having a reason to have her picture taken!