Everyone had unique Saturday mornings.
Mine was terrible. Those cow dogs ran my usual run with me only to desert me for a Ferrell cat in a tree. It was terrible and a sad morning that ended up with a shot gun, four wheeler, and tears. I don't know if I will ever be good at "the" ranch life.
Jim Harcar lost his wallet on the streets of Fredericksburg only for it to be returned to the police station. The Harcar's were amazed that someone would turn it in. Never in Pittsburgh they said. Texas is a great place. Although, I highly doubt it would happen in Dallas, San Antonio, or Houston either. There is something to be said for small towns.
We all had lunch at Clairlene's; as we have for the past couple of years. She is such the host and does so much for everyone; an amazing lady. The macaroni by Ruby is always the favorite dish.
The kids had an egg hunt. Laney was not quite as nice as her first one this year, although she was one of the older children hunting. And we were not at church.
Baby Sister and Andy
Oh my Laney!!!!!
Love this picture. Both Susan and Clairlene are pointing at a yellow egg for Landry to see. Then she does and it watching her reaction showing everyone was precious!
So it begins....the cascarones fight.....I don't have many words to describe the chaos. It's the blood rushing feeling of adrenaline, fight or flight, survival of the fittest. These might all be extreme but it is not an all is fair game.
I'll note some of the pictures, there was a ton taken. I'll use the term "getting" to mean winning, cracking, catching, smashing, confettying?....
Laney getting Daddy.
Taking a break with Momma.
Matthew talking sweet to Landry. It looks like she has confetti in her hair. Hmmmm?
Tricky Landon! Got Lesley good!
This year was had a little Pittsburgh spice added to the brawl. Those Harcar boys added a twist and pegged people with those eggs! Ouch!
My favorite part was running around and I look to my left and Laney is running beside me smiling ear to ear. She all of the sudden squeals "Mom, toss me an egg" and I, reluctantly, toss her one of my two. She takes off to go catch her prey! That is my girl!
The lull. It comes every year. At least until the pinatas. This is when everyone plays dominoes. And they love it, the Crowell side of the family can tear it up. I don't have the patience for the game but they play until the wee hours of the morning. I wish I was as competitive in this game as I am in a lot of things. It's fun to watch.
Laney dying her eggs and I know this look. I totally see myself doing a "Laura" look. I know it's terrible, my daughter is annoyed. Possibly with her sister or whomever is sitting across the table. I know the expression too well.
Egg Pinata for the adults.
Jesse was the youngest and got to go first.
Then the pinata was pretty well cracked. So Laura, Kurt, Matthew didn't get to go. Next year I am getting several pinatas!
Sweet grandmothers.
The long goodbye as we left for the grand tour of the Crowell Ranch. Seriously, it was hysterical. We heard the girls yelling goodbye for what seemed like forever.....but I love their little sweet voices. It was pretty precious. I adore those itty voices.
The ranch tour begins....
Making up with Boomer after his morning slaughter. 
Jesse feeding the cows....
It's a beautiful part of Texas and was the best tour I've been on. We had a great time with everyone! The tour did not end here but I'm going to let someone else post those pics.
To be continued....
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