Look who came! Engine 11! They did not actually come for the egg hunt, but they run their workouts through our neighborhood now and happened to be parked by us for the morning. We are actually getting to know these guys pretty well. One of them has visited the church and ever since he honks whenever he drives past our house. Makes the kids feel pretty special. Well, let's be honest - I think it is pretty cool myself. We got to see them in action a couple of weeks ago when August's house caught fire. It was the real deal - 8 trucks, 6 police cars, axes into the side of the house, etc. Everyone is okay and our kids slept through it, but it was scary for a minute. We do love Engine 11.
On to the egg hunt...the talent. Johnny plays for the church and teaches the kids piano. He is the guy in the bowler (boller?, boler?) hat. Crazy talented and a dear friend. Ilan, on cello, is our next door neighbor. He plays for us on occasion on Sunday mornings too. The guitarist is a friend of Johnny's.
That's Matteo. He's just opened up a pizzeria around the corner from us. It is the real deal - gigantic wood fire pizza oven shipped from Italy and everything. They have kids the same ages as Greta and Henry. You are looking at all 3 year repeats in this picture. So fun to have neighbors say, "Oh I was hopping you were doing the egg hunt again this year!" when you give them the invite.
Sarah, he, he :)
Oliver and Greta playing the balloon toss. Possibly the cutest thing of the morning.
Kaitlan and Yerkes. Church planting power houses.
You've seen this family before. We met them at the dog park just after we moved here. Sherry was pregnant with Zoe. Now they have 2 kids and both parents have been deployed for about 9 months each. I have such admiration for military families.
This...
...resulted in this (but only because he got a good shot in first).
But at least August got it too...and so did his dad but we didn't get a picture.
Isn't that the cutest?! Irma tossing water balloons. She was cuttin' a rug too when Johnny started playing some flamenco.
She dressed herself - wanted to wear the dress she could "fin" in. Don't know why she chose the valentine socks and the shoes two sizes too big.
This happens every year...after the hunt all the little families sit about and look through their eggs.
Again this year I didn't get a single picture of Olivia. This girl works the crowd. I saw her when we loaded the van and again when we got home. She is in her element at these events.
Mother and daughter wrapping up another year at the hunt!
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