Easter

Last week was so much fun. Aunt Leesee or "Eesee" as I like to call her, came for six days. She loves me very much and we did a lot of snuggling. Granna, Grandad and Uncie Cam came too. They said it was to see Eesee, but we all know better, I'm the star of this show.

Hey Dad, is this what I'm supposed to do with the eggs I find?

Here's another trick I learned.

Mom is notorious for her love of costumes... I think I must take after her because I insisted upon wearing this mask all morning.

We went to the neighborhood egg hunt. Note to Mom: buying a year ahead off the sale rack doesn't always work when I insist upon being such a little peanut. Sorry Mom, I guess it's going to have to be full-price for me... at least until I catch up with the rest of the curve.

As loquacious as I may be, I'm still a little shy in big crowds. This is my death-grip on dad's shirt.

Okay, I found one, may we go home now!?!

It's more fun when Uncie Cam helps out.

I really don't like crowds, but I do love my Daddy.

Mom, we're supposed to be finding eggs, not dressing up as them! You're really taking this love of costumes too far.

Daddy did the egg toss with our neighbor Mike. They were down to the semi-finals when Mike accidentally cracked the egg on his wedding band. Then he threw the egg to Dad and made quite a mess.

Aunt Leesee treated everyone to ice cream. Mom had a hard time choosing which pictures to post, so she had me post almost all of them. There's something about a baby with ice cream...

This is my Easter morning egg hunt. I'm much happier shaking my eggs than finding them.