Easter

Let it be known that no creepy giant bunny crept into our home to deposit eggs this past Sunday. Because I just can't deal with that. Oh no. In this house, at least so far, humans claim full responsibility for Eastertide goodies. So our egg hunt took place at a friend's house. Dinka was thrilled that he was going to a "pah-tee" where he would be allowed to have "tweets." Dinke was so excited that she had to open every single egg she found right away, spilling the contents (dried cranberries, bunny grahams, and a few M&Ms) all over the grass. The weather was wonderful. The food was delicious. The children were adorable. It was just perfect.