First Easter

She wanted nothing to do with the Easter Bunny, or finding eggs, for that matter.
This is the extent of the eggs we got...3. And those are the ones I put in her basket. Oh well, there's always next year!

Sophia is giving her advice on spotting the eggs.

It's very important to color coordinate your diapie-blankets with your Sunday clothes. Easter morning mass was a marathon. I didn't bother to get there early, since I knew we'd be at the back of the church eventually anyway. And adding an extra twenty minutes to my already hour long arm work-out, was not about to happen.



She may not be a lady, but she certainly is flexible.

And generous with her snacks...


I don't think MaryAlice fully appreciates the scope of my talents...


I call this photo, "Natural Consequences"