What would Easter not be complete without?  Dying eggs. Before Emerson left to spend the weekend with her dad and grandparents, we got busy coloring Easter eggs. We enlisted some help to blow the yolks out of the shell —  neither one of us had the required lung capacity.  After that she whizzed through a carton of eggs dipping each one in the dye whole-handedly. If I had followed the directions the colors may have turned out a little richer, but it was fun and who doesn’t love pastels for springtime? Sunday afternoon E returned home for an egg hunt — we were able to venture outside as it was a beautiful...