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.