Rolling Eggs in the Sand

One of my favorite traditions that we do is rolling Easter eggs down the red hills in the sand dunes.  It's about 15-20 minutes away from our house in Orderville and ever since I can remember we have been out to the hills to roll our eggs.  I remember one year it was snowing so bad, but we went out to the hills anyway and made a little trail for our egg in the snow, we didn't last too long but we went out anyway because that was our tradition.  Each year it's a competition between each other who will make the "BEST" trail.  Who can make the longest, twist, turns, tunnels and jumps.  We have had rules where nothing but our hands could be used, but this year I guess anything went.  Jerry brought a rain gutter, and a hoe.  That would have NEVER been allowed when we were younger :)  I found a good spot for our little trail and had big plans for it, but after 4 times of Kasen walking through and over and around it, I gave up, he just kept on destroying all my hard work.  I had a pretty sweet tunnel though through a bush, but then decided that probably wasnt' the best place for the eggs to roll down due to the roots that were underneath and blocking the speed of the egg.  I then turned my attention like many others to Jerry and McKenna's trail.  And also to stuffing the eggs for the Easter Bunny.  He needed lots of help this year:) 

 Daisha loved being in the sand.  She was so filthy by the time we headed home it was great.  She was died red in some places. 

 Here is the winner of the trail making competition this year.  Jerry and McKenna teamed up to make quite a good trail.  They did use props, which I mentioned earlier had never been allowed, but I guess that is what happens when the role of parent and builder are switched and Jerry can make up his own rules.  :)  Everyone started their own little trails, but after a while, everyone had given up on their own and started helping on Jerry's.  There was quite a lot of yelling at the cute little kiddos to not step there, and get away from the trail, and don't knock dirt on the trail.  Poor little guys just wanted to be involved too, but they can really ruin a good easter egg trail:) 

 A view of Daisha from the top of the truck.  She was content playing with the eggs and the dirt. 

 Kasen and Colt were just happy running up and down the sand hills.  There were a few times that I didn't know where he was then found him hiding down and around in the trees off a bit from where we were.  I suspect they were exploring and doing all sorts of cool things that boys do. 

 DeAnna and Uncle Bret working on the trail.

 A view of the winning trail from the top, you cant really tell but there are a few tunnels and the very end is a cute little jump that the eggs land in the soft dirt after. 

 Oh my dirty little girl with her eggs.  She was having fun.

 Me with my kiddos.  We really really missed Tate and wish he were there too, he is a really good trail maker. 

 I am not quite sure what she was doing, and why she wanted to lay down in the dirt, but she just layed there for a litlte bit with her head in the sand.  She kept getting the sand in her mouth, and there really wasn't anything I could about it, especially since she was so set on laying her face in the dirt.  That's just what happens in the hills:)

 This was as we were winding down, picking up teh stuff from the trail.  It was so cute, James was being such a gentleman, holding Rossi's hand and helping her up the hill. 

 Kasen and Colt running up and down the hill. 

 The beginning stage of the Easter bunny hunt.  They were the cutest little Easter bunnies that I know.  We hid tons of eggs and the sand looked so fun and cool with all the different colors of eggs that kept popping out of nowhere.  Wish I would have gotten a picture of the eggs and the dirt. 

 Daisha got in some REALLY great quality Grandpa time.  She was loving Grandpa and he was loving that she wanted to just stay in the truck and play with him.  Of course I think that it helped that he was feeding her a little candy and sneaking in some coke.  Silly Grandpa.  She loved it:)

 I just cherish pictures of my kids with their grandparents.  I know that they will love them when they get older and can appreciate how priceless they are.  How loved they are by their family.