Why would I want a boiled egg when I can have a chocolate one?

Easter was yesterday. For the past few days, I had been searching for white eggs to color with Grace. No luck. So I went to the grocery store and switched out all the eggs until I had the lightest brown ones available.

Me, Chanel, Grace and Daisy went to church on Sunday morning and then I took my eggs over to their house planning on showing Grace how us American's dye eggs and paint them. Grace was so confused about the whole situation.

Me: So, we can go back and boil the eggs and the stick them in food coloring and wait. When you pull them out they are colored!
Grace: But Why?
Me: Because it is fun.
Grace: What do you do after they are colored?
Me: You hide them and then find them
Grace: Then what
Me: Then you eat the boiled egg
Grace: Gross. Why would I want to eat a boiled egg when I can just eat a chocolate one?
Me: Fair enough.

So, needless to say, Grace ditched me and went to the beach with a friend. And I was left to boil and dye eggs on my own.

My pretty dyed eggs

Kiwi chocolate eggs

Queenstown in Autumn

We went to Queenstown the other weekend to see Chris White who was in town for work. I didn't get any pictures with Whitey, but I took a few pictures off our hotel balcony. Anytime of the year, summer, spring, autumn and winter, Queenstown is breathtaking.

Warm home, Warm heart, Warm kittens

Living in just about sub antarctic conditions (literally), you would think that every single house built in this place would come with a fire. You would think it would be mandatory from the government. You would think...

But after living in this house for a year, I could NOT go thru another winter with out a fire (and neither could my precious kittens - who are very sensitive to the cold).

So, we got ourselves one of them there fires and my world has changed. Instead of having a living room that is 55 degrees. We now have one that doesn't drop below 75. Ahhhhhh the difference.

Plus it provides endless entertainment for the kittens.

But then sometimes it kills Russell (case and point below... (please excuse the ugly orange
fish bin holding our firewood. We get a pretty one today)).