We put the real eggs back into the carton, then used the baskets- or bucket, as it worked out (we do things Jesse's and/or Gabe's way), for the plastic ones. We hid almost eighty in all, just for the two boys. We'll take any excuse to spend time outside.
And HA HA! The weather here was already beautiful.
And HA HA! The weather here was already beautiful.
What, exercise? This yard is far too big for that.
I'd rather drive, thankyouverymuch. (He's my boy!)
I'd rather drive, thankyouverymuch. (He's my boy!)
Is it just me, or does his body language in this picture look
like it flew out of a Norman Rockwell painting?
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