Figured I should get the Easter pictures up before it all fades into the distant past. This year I made the mistake of completely forgetting to take any pictures on Easter itself. So no lovely family shot in our Easter finery.
Instead lots of pictures of egg dyeing,
tongue sticking out in concentration,
smiling with nameless smudge on your chin,
more egg dyeing,
and some more,
until you have just the perfect color.
One for Davis.
One for Evie.
One for Addison.
Then the grown-ups hid the eggs,
but not too hard for the littlest one.
This takes some skill and negotiation with the older, better egg finders in the family.
Some make lovely still lifes (is that the plural?).
Others are offered at the altar of the groundhog.
Then you release the hounds
who race around the yard in search of treasure
and gleefully enjoy the spoils mid-hunt
Genevie seemed perfectly content to find one plastic egg, crack it open, and call it a day.
And this was the closest thing to a group shot we got the entire holiday weekend. Little Miss Independent would have none of the sibling love-fest.