Friday, April 9, 2010


We had a great Easter Sunday full of church, family, food, fun and eggs.  Lots of eggs.  The "Easter bunny" brought the kids a few treats in basket form, and although I tried to prepare Carter the night before that the Easter bunny would be visiting our house that night, when he saw the baskets the following morning and turned to me and said, "Mommy... did you bought these for me?", I didn't have the heart to tell him no.  So I guess the gig's up at our house.  Oh well, Mommy and Daddy can create Easter baskets just as awesome as any bunny.

As always, we were running late to church, so there was no time for pictures beforehand.  Afterwards, I was able to shoot these few of the kids looking at the fishies at church. Side note: It was really bright in the children's building lobby therefore my auto flash didn't register and the pictures are of 35mm-film-circa-1987 quality.  You're welcome.

When telling your one year old to smile, apparently, you also need to tell her to look at you.

Fish make me feel so reflective.

As good as it's going to get...

Olivia absolutely loves her "Mickey", even though it's actually Minnie.


His shirt is proof that you should take pictures before eating "sharbert."

Like daughter, like mother, like daughter.

Unfortunately, my camera battery died right as we were headed outside to hunt the eggs, so I resigned to using my phone for capturing those moments.  I did give Nick my Flip video camera, but how much footage can you watch of the back of children's heads running around a yard looking for small colored eggs?  If you've seen it once, you've seen it all.

Ready, set, go!

Show me your loot, Carter!

I feel the need to explain.  No, Olivia does not have a penchant for yellow eggs.  When hunting with two older cousins and a big brother, the girl's gotta have a fighting chance.  So we told the boys that the yellow eggs were for Olivia ONLY.  Then we proceeded to "hide" the yellow eggs.  And by hide, I mean, we placed them one by one on the concrete right outside the patio door.  A trail of eggs, if you will.

As if all the egg hunting (and hiding and hunting and hiding)--seriously, we did this like five times--wasn't enough in the fun department, we ended the day with cupcake decorating.  Thanks Gig!


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