I don't know if anyone recalls my ranting last year about such an event as "Easter"...I would just like to reiterate my concern with the confusion of this ritual now that I have an almost 3 year old whose favorite word is "why?"...
A few baskets came early this year, but we opened them all together Easter morning in the blissful, glutonous, confusion of bunnies who lay eggs and eat marshmallows.
This appropriate t-shirt came from Zaza, who apparently knows the damage this little boy could possible do...ladies beware if you continue scrolling down, and parents of little girls, well, I suggest you heed the warning below...
Sporting his new shirt, new shades and a Hello Kitty band-aid, this guy is a sure-to-be-heartbreaker ;-)...possibly the first of which will be his big sister who still thinks she's the one calling the shots!
Between the hot-shotting and baby hugging, we colored eggs and had some good ole Easter fun!
Sorry boys- we did ask them to wait out the egg hunt...we figured they would give it away...
We, as usual, did celebrate in fashion...a little Miller Time never hurts-
What? He is the first grandbaby to carry on the Miller name- he is entitled to a beer...
After all the excitement and preparation, the bunny left his mark! Chocolate covered, egg laying, marshmallow eating "bunny"...whatever.
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