We've spend Easter Sunday at my mother's home.
My little nephew, Mathias had his first taste of gathering easter eggs. He never knew what he was supposed to do, and at first he picked them up and went in the direction of the chicken coop, as if he was going to bring them back to the chickens.
He also went straight for the little ones that were wrapped in bright coloured foil and left the chococate ones behind, or for Tara, my mum's dog.
Days like these makes me feel really happy to be surrounded by my family again.
Here are some pictures of the happenings
Here my brother, Rijkaard, showing his son how it should be done.
Pick up the eggs, put them in the basket.....
However, Mathias has other ideas and he tips the eggs out of the basket.....
Mummy, Joelle, to the rescue and they put all the eggs in the basket again.
Ooops, Tara has found an easter egg also.