Easter is a good day. Since our church starts at 9 am and Kevin had early morning meetings, helping the boys get ready for church, tracking down their Easter baskets and finding the elusive eggs hidden by Mr. E. Bunny was up to me.
Ricky had to be woken up. Days go better when Ricky wakes up on his own …
I think I’ve mentioned the difficulty of trying to get a “nice” picture of all four of my boys. But I keep trying …
And trying …
And knowing when to quit.
Then they were finally allowed to track down their baskets. Ricky’s rough start didn’t handle looking for his basket well. BUT, since Mr. E. Bunny left him a new video game in the basket, his unhappiness melted away.
After church, we invited my family over for a ham dinner, as well as some Monopoly time …
Some video gaming time …
Some play food and “to-mah-toes” time with Cate …
Some picture posing time …
Some crying because you really want to go outside but no one understands that and thinks you are just being afraid of all the company time …
Some Easter Egg hunting time …
Some racing around gather eggs so you can fill up Tommy’s basket time (a la Ricky) …
More egg hunting time …
(Yes, I know that is a pumpkin bib and that it was Easter Sunday. But the kid REALLY drools and I only have so many bibs he can’t take off himself …)
Some serious egg hunt contemplation time …
Some tripping and spilling all his eggs and needing Uncle Tim’s help to pick them all back up time …
Some bragging to Stephanie about how I had (mostly) mastered taking pictures like this back in the dark ages of film and you couldn’t tell right away if you were even in the picture time …
And some “Tommy, do you want to share some eggs with Cousin Melissa?” time …
Finally, it was time for everyone to go home and time for the boys to go to bed.
I think everybody had a good time.