On Saturday we decided to dye Easter Eggs. I rarley boil eggs and had forgotten the distinct boiled egg smell. I was reminded once again that I do not appreciate that smell. I do, however, enjoy dying eggs so it was a sacrifice my nose had to make.




As you can see, Kyrie had had enough of her safari and wanted out. I think she was overreacting. The van didn't even move, and her poor safari team was stunned by her sudden change in mood. You would think she was going through puberty. Oh wait, it's just the terrible two's hitting a couple months early.
All in all it was a most eventfull zoo trip, and Kyrie thouroughly enjoyed herself. The most wonderful part was, there were no bees! (Last time the bees were swarming everywhere, flying into the diaper bag and everything. I am not only allergic to bees, but I am deathly afraid of them. That is no exaggeration.)