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Easter 2010

So this year we sort of copped out on the whole Easter thing.  We didn't dye eggs, we didn't buy LP a cute new outfit, we didn't cook a huge dinner, and we didn't fill a basket for him with stuffed animals and candy.  We did all of this last year, and decided that we could skip it this year since he still has no idea about the Easter bunny.  We DID buy him a Mr. Potato Head that came with bunny parts, and picked up some plastic eggs to strew about the yard, but that was that.

And really, after the loot he got last year did he really need any more stuffed animals to add to his collection of Easter themed toys?

Let me remind you of how Easter 2009 looked at our house:

When I say that this year we basically skipped right over Easter, I certainly don't mean to imply that LP had no Easter at all.  His Grammy and Papa took care of that.

LP spent Saturday night sleeping over at Grammy and Papa's house.  They died eggs with him, helping him put little stickers on colored eggs, and then got up early to hide them in the yard.  When we went to pick him up in the morning, there he was, all dressed in his Easter finest (nothing says Easter like a rodeo cowboy sweatshirt), bumbling about the yard smashing eggs into a basket. 

He was sent home from Grammy and Papa's with new clothing, several toys, a basket full of candy, and enough bubble soap to last a lifetime. 

We spent the rest of the day just hanging out. The weather was gorgeous and LP loves to be outside so that's what we did.

And LP and I had our own little Easter egg hunt.  He threw them.  I picked them up.

And then we went inside, threw a ham in the oven, whipped up some instant mashed potatoes as we'd run out of real spuds, and topped it off with homemade ambrosia cake made by, who else, Grammy and Papa (and maybe just maybe somebody ate a few pieces of candy snuck out of the basket of a little guy who doesn't need that much sugar in his system). 

So while our Easter might not have been full of baskets and bunnies and bonnets, it was good.  It was home, it was family, it was us. 


  1. I really enjoy your style of photography!

  2. I love this post! Sounds like it was a good Easter. He's really turned into such a cute, busy little boy!


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