We spent Easter weekend [+ some extra days] at Jonathan's family's, and enjoyed, as usual, seeing the family, hunting eggs, and stuffing ourselves with the overabundance of desserts. We also finally got to meet our newest cousin, Miss Ava, with whom Audrie took quite the liking to. I don't blame her.
I know it looks like we sent out a memo for everyone to wear blue, but this was just a happy accident.
The ratio of kids to eggs gets pretty ridiculous. This year we had 97 eggs for three kids. That ratio, if you're doing the math, is 33 to 1. 33 eggs filled with candy and money per child. And I still get in trouble for sneaking an egg or two from my kids.
Our Easter egg hunts can get a little wild, and this year we had a few casualties, the first one being Audrie's Easter basket. It was knocked out of her hands by a flying ball.
And the culprit? Well, he couldn't be more proud of his aim.
The second casualty was Dave. Poor thing. He got trampled while trying to get some amazing shots of his little boy hunting eggs.
But what's a good egg hunt without at least one trampled patron.
And finally, Audrie got a good taste of what's to come in a few months. She got in some sweet Ava time and loved every minute of it...that is until...
she encountered some spit up. I'm just glad she didn't throw Ava off her lap.
Oh, dear sweet child, if you only knew what you're going to be up against come July.