When I think of growing up, all the holidays were so magical - our home was always decorated in the appropriate theme (thanks, mom!), we had great outfits to wear (thanks, dad, for the funds!), and there was always candy and gifts galore. Now, I know I'm still pretty new at this parenting thing, but even
I admit that an easter egg hunt with sweatpants and no shirt is pretty ghetto... but we're pretty relaxed around here in the morning, to say the least, so it's not like Joe and I were dressed up and poor Patrick got the shaft - we, too, were rockin' the easter sweats. We just know better than to take pictures of ourselves looking like that. We did eventually all look awesome for church, but of course we didn't take photos of THAT (sorry, Debbie!).
Our *awesome* hiding spots. We still had to point them out to Patrick!
Found one!
Found another!
After pointing out the eggs, he also needed us to open them for him. But see my bright pink sweats?
Enjoying (aka making a slobbery mess of) the candy inside.
1 comment:
Easter egg hunts were the greatest!! Mr. Man is adorable. Way to advertise BBB too!
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