How was your Easter? Let me tell you about ours. It was the best ever. A perfect day and a wonderful feast. Here is a little photo montage of the day.
Adorable picture of the boys, right? Well, don't let them fool you. Later in the day their grandmother confiscated what the Easter bunny gave them in order to avoid injury or death. You know . . . the typical stuff you have to do on Easter.
The boys were very excited to find some money to add to their piggy banks. Some of it may have been Canadian, but we haven't yet covered the value of foreign currency with the boys so we're good.
After the egg hunt and breakfast we went to Mass. I wish it was appropriate to bring a camera to church. There are just so many photo opportunities that I could capture there. Like after Communion when we were just about to slip back into our pew and Teddy slumps down on the floor and yells, "OH, MAN! NOT AGAIN!" The look of torture on his face would have made a lovely portrait. Thankfully the sound of the organ drowned out the boy's comment which could have otherwise been clearly interpreted to the entire Cathedral as, this family has left Mass after Communion a time or two. Not true, though. Definitely not true. I don't know where he got this attitude.
Then we were back home to prepare for dinner. You can barely see the mantel there on the left where after dinner I found a card that read, To the Mommy of the Best Baby in the World. It was not for me. It was for my sister-in-law who has a birthday this week. And it was so much fun to pitch a fit about who really has the best babies in the world.
There is Nunny, the matriarch of the family. The one who wrote the card not for me. You really have to keep your eyes on that one.
Meanwhile we have Pap in the kitchen preparing the ham. Delicious. And a holiday isn't a holiday unless everyone is near starvation just before gorging themselves. Look at George and his Uncle Dan holding onto the kitchen island for balance. And we have Teddy muttering, "Pap. I need meat. I neeeeeeed meat."
Wish granted. We can't have anyone passing out around here on Easter.
Dinner was excellent as always. A big spread that everyone enjoyed. Then it was time for cake. Although Maggie isn't getting any speed cake cutting awards because these kids are dying for a piece. Move it, lady!
Before I conclude I should post a picture of this baby I keep referring to. There he is. And he really is the best. And it doesn't hurt being so darn cute. Couldn't you just eat those cheeks?