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Pocket Eggs

If you insist on collecting eggs in your pockets.

Which I do.

And if one of your pockets has a hole.

Which mine does.

And if you never count how many eggs you put into your pocket.

Which I don’t.

So that you inevitably lose an egg in the lining of your coat without realizing it.

Of course I do.

And the egg breaks inside your jacket.

As mine do.

So that you wonder why you still haven’t sewed that hole shut.

As I do.

It’s best to have a helper to carefully remove as much egg and shell as possible through the hole before the wash.

And I have the best one of those.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Careful

Weekly Photo Challenge: CarefulJane with eggs

I suppose one could call out to the three year old with the dozen eggs traipsing around outside in nothing but her swimsuit on a chilly October day to be careful.

But I don’t.

I’m not that kind of parent.

She knows all about broken eggs. She knows what breaks them and what to do with the broken ones. She’s been there and she’s done that.

And after a few run-ins with thistles, raspberry canes and other less desirable things, she knows how to watch what she’s stepping on.

And as for the swimming suit, all you grandmas out there shivering just looking at her, will be glad to know that after an hour or so she told me she was going inside to warm up.

I could tell her to be careful.

But I won’t.

 

Three Treasures

I am a temporary, treasure repository.

At the end of the day my pockets are filled with treasure, the front of the car has extras handed up from the back and the kitchen counter has a collection of interesting things.

Some days, I get pretty rocks and precious toys.

Other days, I get small handfuls of vomit and bits of garbage.

These are the three best treasures I was given today.

An egg. chicken egg

Jane collected the eggs today and I caught her rolling the warm smoothness of them across her cheeks. Then she handed them to me with them same enthusiasm she does every morning that she gets to pluck them from their nests.

The molted shell of a cicada.molted cicada shell

Ivy and Clara found this in their favorite climbing tree. As they hauled me out of the house to see and take custody of it, they were so giddy with excitement you never would have guessed they had found one in a similar spot the day before.

And a small duck feather.duck feather

Another find of Jane’s, she had me hold it in my pocket and randomly requested it back throughout the day.

She looked at that feather with wonder and excitement every time I gave it back to her.

It was good day to hold the treasures.

 

Egg Hunt – Ivy Style

While your climbing technique may not quite rival your middle sister’s…Ivy

…you certainly don’t need help like your littlest sister does to find eggs.Ivy

And when it comes to proper containers and egg handling, you’ve got it all figured out.Easter Eggs

All you have to do is keep finding those eggs.Ivy Um… Ivy?Ivy climbs tree

Errr… Ivy? Umm… Did you look just under…

– Oh! –

You were saving that one for Jonas and Jane?Ivy

Silly me. Silly me…

Egg Hunt – Clara Style

Take off at a run toward the highest egg you can see.Clara

Stop at the bottom of the tree. Carefully hang your (optimistically sized) bag on a convenient branch.Clara

Climb tree.Clara

Grab Egg.Clara

Climb back down as you place your new egg in your giant bag.Clara

Repeat. Clara

Come to the sad realization that while you’ve got the best climbing style around, you’re never going to fill that bag.

Egg Hunt – Jane Style

Start with enthusiasm.Jane

Have serious trouble finding eggs and consider letting your over-tired, over-sugared, three year old self start to whine about it.Jane

Then when your Dad steps in to announce, “I can see three eggs from here and I’m color blind!” enlist his help in your egg hunt.Jane & John

And finally, fill your basket Frozen bag…Jane

… with eggs!

Egg Hunt – Jonas Style

Give in to the crazy whims of the horde of adults enthusiastically telling you to pick up the egg on the ground.

Jonas

Wonder what you should do with it.Jonas

Consider snuggling with it.Jonas & Tyler

Consider putting it in the bag.Jonas & Tyler

SMASH the egg into the bag with enthusiasm!Jonas & Tyler

Repeat until your bag is full of nicely cracked eggs to take home.

 

Jonas is, of course, my super cute nephew who came to visit for the weekend. He was even nice enough to bring his mom and dad down for a visit too!

 

This Moment – Watching Walleyes

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. girls watching fish eggs hatch

 

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. Inspired by SouleMama.

For more of the story and a close up look of what is in those tubes check out, Weekly Photo Challenge: On The Move