Eggs

We are a bit spoiled with farm fresh eggs from my parents' farm.  The kids love to collect the eggs and see if they can make it back to the house without dropping the one they're carrying.  This used to be quite a task for a certain little girl.  And dropping the egg was rarely an "accident."  Grandma used to have to encourage her by telling her she would write her name on her egg if she made it all the way to the house without breaking it.  And Mara would get to eat that egg for breakfast the next morning.  Thankfully her self control has gotten much better in the last year.

Grandma has some new chickens, so now we get a rainbow of colored eggs.  Really!  Like light brown, dark brown, light green, dark green, light blue, dark blue.  One morning we were making eggs, and the kids were so excited to see all of the different colors!  Of course we had to put one of every color into our scrambled eggs.  Because it makes a difference you know.  Thanks Grandpa and Grandma for providing a fun chore for us to do at your house!  And we really appreciate the eggs you give us.  You know we go through a lot!