My annual smattering of blurry photos of faceless children bent over looking for eggs. : )
Plus the many surprised and amazed expressions of Waylon, for whom this was in some ways a first (I don't think he really recalled any of this action from prior years - he probably slept through all or part of it or wasn't allowed candy or something).
(Pardon the mess. We haven't been in this room in about six months.)
New underwear must be tried on immediately. And accesorized with a cape. And slept in. And worn outside. And not taken off for 3 days straight.
(We thought we might have a bunny and a fairy visiting us on the same night, but alas, that tooth hung on by a thread!)
[We interrupt these candid photographs for some forced poses. I mean, c'mon. Our family only cleans up a few times a year.]
(That would be the girls trying to rip Waylon's fingers out of his mouth and off his ear.)
(Only his mama ever notices the scars from the 376 times he has split his lip open; until he makes faces like this.)
(I just had to include this one because it makes me laugh. These are their "cheese" faces.)
The ever-changing, always beautiful landscape of her face.
[Aaaand...we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.]
(Savor that little church donut, June. Savor it sloooowly.) : )
(Make that donut last, June.) : )
(A family photo! Our church meets in a theater in Wicker Park. It's kind of unconventional, but then again, so are the nature of the sermons.)
(She hasn't completely lost her city kid skills.) : )
Home, Jeeves, for a scavenger hunt!
Our warm weather was short-lived, but Sunday was outstanding. The warmest Easter I've ever experienced in Chicagoland. And we took full advantage of it, especially after Aunt Sara showed up with KITES! (Pardon my inability to narrow these down. Life got intensely picturesque for like 10 minutes of bliss.)
Watch out, Uncle Vake!
And then there was dinner and a little dessert with help from my most eager sous chef.
A Little Chef's Card Victory
1 year ago