Easter in not pictures

Baby C was awake a lot last night, so I decided to hide eggs after I finally got him to sleep again about 5 in the morning or so.  Because of this, Brad kindly decided to let me sleep late, so I didn’t actually participate in the egg hunt.  But H had found all but two by the time I came out, discovered the remnants of the carrots he’d left out for the Easter Bunny, and of course, had been eating his treats from the basket. I think I can live with this kind of Easter tradition.  Next year, though, I want to be part of the egg hunt, too.

We went to an Easter open-house at a friend’s house this afternoon.  Man, it could not have been a more beautiful day for sitting in her pretty little backyard watching H and some other kids play around, chatting with folks and enjoying a little champagne with a plethora of dipped strawberries.  V knows how to give a nice, grown-up spring party.

I have a very good life.


About sayingthings

K lives in the US with her man and kiddos, knits, cans, dehydrates, bakes bread, (but doesn't cook regular food, particularly), crochets, spins, gardens, studies for a degree that never seems to end, and um, works. Sometimes she wastes time online. Also -- and family, she's looking at you here -- sometimes she swears and says things you might not agree with. But she still loves you.

Posted on April 13, 2009, in Fambly, Friends. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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