I wonder if Easter and my daughter are related somehow.
She's not exactly cool with waiting for things.
The view from our room at the crack of dawn on Easter morning.
Who needs sleep when there are piles of chocolate eggs waiting to be discovered downstairs?!?!
Everyone so excited to get downstairs and find them eggs. Except Reid, who I'm going
to assume is just sleeping with his eyes open.
My daughter felt the need to wear a baby blanket like a skirt this particular morning.
And Conner felt the need to be all blurry and nonchalant for this particular picture.
AWWW. Everyone together.
This one is getting too cool for egg hunting. He's even getting
to cool to carry his basket by THE HANDLE.
This one is almost getting too cool for egg hunting. ALMOST!
He's still got a bit of swing in his step. I mean, his basket.
The man of the house all mussed up and happy. He got to sit around
taking video while the kids did all the work.
Also... I spy with my little eye something that is JAROM.
Dividing up the eggs with Daddy. One for you... ten for me.
He's so good at his math...
Prepchuk kids and their varying degrees of happiness.
After an exhausting morning of eating eggs and going to church,
sweet little Wesley had to crash and burn. He's old, so we'll forgive him.
And for your viewing pleasure!... "The Hunt" in 36 seconds: