::eggs::

The second to the last of the easter posts...

We decorated some eggs saturday afternoon. I'm pretty impressed with myself that we even did it considering all that was going on. But since Kathy was here and she helped me get all packed, moved and unpacked in a really short period of time, we were able to pull off some egg boiling and decorating.
Max made some of the coolest eggs ever.

He got out his Atlas of the Universe that he earned by reading books at school and made some moons.

Titan, Saturn's biggest moon. And maybe the biggest moon of all, we're just not sure.

Pluto. Not a planet anymore, but instead an awesome easter egg.

I love them!

Hunting for them was fun, but I just enjoyed the moment and took no photos. I'm allowed to do that once in a while, right?

::grandpa guy=eggs for breakfast::

At least if you ask Max.
Before my parents came I had a talk with Max about some things he might like to do with them. First on his list was "Eat eggs for breakfast every day!"
Yes, the poor deprived boy gets fed oatmeal almost every day of the week. Nice fresh oatmeal with strawberries or raspberries and cream and honey on it. Lame, right? No wonder he's always crying about how he wants cereal or eggs.
Anyway. That's not the topic here.

When my dad comes to visit he makes eggs. He came and stayed with us for about two weeks in 2007 while Kris went on a dental humanitarian mission to Nicaragua. My Dad and Max made tons and tons of eggs for breakfast.

See?



That's when it started.  Max loved helping--I wasn't letting him help in the kitchen much at that point.

Later when we would visit my parents, my dad would make sure Max got eggs to eat in the morning.

He visited again in March of this year for a week. They made more eggs. I didn't get any pictures of the egg making, but I did get this photo, which I think makes up for it.


Anyway. The whole point of this is, that Max loves to make eggs with my dad. And he loves to eat them. When my parents were here last week they made eggs a whole bunch. He was in heaven.

And the older he gets, the more involved he gets to be. He's actually stirring the eggs nowadays.

He's very serious about his job, and very careful of the burners.

I like to see them working together. It's so fun.

And somehow his eggs ended up looking like a Land Rover at breakfast one morning. Do you see it? I barely do.

He's a funny kid, with a funny Grandpa. We like them both.