Most of my Easter memories take place at a wiener roast. That's right, instead of a ham dinner (or whatever other people eat on Easter), my family roasts hot dogs and marshmallows down by the creek! Unless it's too cold of course, and then we have a bonfire at my Grandma's house and eat indoors. I never knew this was kind of a strange tradition until I was grown and married, because it just so happens, my best friend's family has always done this too! I don't know who decided we should eat hot dogs on Easter, or what it has to do with Jesus (maybe the hot dogs represent the souls that will, um, roast if they don't accept Jesus as the Lord), but it's always a blast!
Since I didn't have my own little guy to take pictures of last Easter, this is my nephew blowing bubbles at the Easter wienie roast a few years ago.
Here's my niece, ready to tailgate!
Our Easter dinner! Very formal.
I'm sure I'll have a lot of photos to post of Colter's first Easter soon. We're ready to start making Easter memories with him!
Though I don't have any Easter photos yet, I do have some cute bath time pictures of my little guy. Don't you love the mohawk?
I'm just sure he's wondering why his mommy is flashing the camera in his face when he's nakey!