In my family, Easter is a verb known as "Eastering." The Saturday before Easter we go over to the Wayne County sand dunes and go "Eastering." Eastering is a tradition in the Brown (my mother's family not Steve's side of the family) family to have a picnic, roll easter eggs down the mountain, ride 4-wheelers, shoot guns and visit with family. It was a pretty nice day, a little chilly, but overall it was nice.
The kids climb up the sand dunes and roll their brightly colored eggs down the hill...some throw them from the top as the parents watch from below. Then they all slide down the hill on their bottoms...not a day to wear your new Easter clothes. Braeden and some of the other kids got bored with the whole egg thing. They found an old snow sled that someone had left there and decided to ride it down the sand hill. It went a little faster than anticipated. Braeden was going down the hill on the sled head first and couldn't stop. He hit the bottom of the hill, flew over a 3 ft drop off and landed face-first in a "pokey" bush. He was a little banged up, scared but mostly embarassed, I think.
Eastering was usually a day that we celebrated Grandma Brown's birthday. Her birthday is on April 10th and we combine it with Easter and a family reunion. Grandma passed away last August. This was the first Easter without her. It was different but I know that she was their in spirit. So we decided to celebrate my mom's birthday. Hers is the 13th of April. You'll understand the cake in the next post!
Sam shooting his new .22 rifle. He let Braeden try a few shots too.
This is a picture of Sam and Lindsey flying a kite up on the hill. Can't really see them but you can see the kite in the sky. It was a perfect day for flying kites.
Sam was amazed that his egg made it to the bottom of the hill in one piece....some egg! 
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