Ridin' in Malcolm's new dump truck. Notice the scar on his forehead.... more on that later.

Our Easter egg hunt. There were only 84 eggs for the 4 kids to find. And that includes Malcolm, who only bothered to find an egg because it was "hidden" in the grass right in front of him. Notice his bat beside him in the lower right picture.... more on that later, too.

After the exhausting work of hunting, we had to consume large amounts of paska. Too bad. You can see the shade-dwellers lined up along the fence. Greg and Dobby were commenting (sarcastically, of course) on how nice it was to get outside after a week of work (they both work outside) ha ha. I, on the other hand, was sitting in the most direct sunlight I could find.

This picture from Malcolm's birthday is included to show off his bandage. He fell into the garden, and got two sticks poked into his head. He could have broken his fall with his hands, but that would have meant letting go of his large plastic shovel that he was carrying, and he wouldn't dream of doing that. If he hasn't got that in his hands while wandering around the yard, he's got his golf club. And if it's not that, it's his baseball bat. Or better yet, two of the above at the same time. Anyways, he bled quite a bit at first, but it stopped quite quickly, so I bandaged him up, and we carried on. Now I'm wishing I would have taken him to get a stitch or two (yes, Grandma, you were right), because it's going to be a fair-sized scar. I've never even had to consider taking the girls to get stitches... oh, well, if he's going to be a dare-devil, then he might as well look like one.