After this awful winter, we were so lucky to have a beautiful Easter Sunday. I got to host the big egg hunt in our new house.
But first we woke up to a visit from the Easter Bunny. The tradition continues with the Easter Bunny Clan leaving baskets on the porch, eggs hidden in the yard, and hilariously illustrated notes.
Caroline, the chocolate fiend, ate nothing nutritious all day, which of course resulted in a naptime meltdown that a blind man could have seen coming.
Maggie, not to be outdone, gnawed her way through plastic to get to some Reeses Pieces and ate a peanut butter cup, wrapper and all.
Later that day, we had a full house and a full yard. At least Casey's looking at the camera.