he is risen.

he is risen indeed. we celebrated easter and i tried my best to show ella that god's son is not a talking rabbit. (after watching hop, she began to tell me the easter story. she started with...'so god's son is a talking rabbit...') the traditional easter 'morning' egg hunt took place. i tortured my kids with pictures involving bunny ears. we ate french toast with strawberries and homemade whip cream, which ella said she did not like and crossed her arms....her loss. we then dyed eggs. oh and did we dye eggs. we had melted crayon eggs, silk dyed eggs, and rubber band eggs. i honestly loved my eggs. a rocked my socks kind of love. if not for that egg-y smell...i would try to keep them on display. as the day progressed ella continued to have a great easter. two more egg hunts ensued and she snuck candy like a champ, or would corner some poor soul and sweet talk them into giving her a cupcake, cookie, candy...whatever her little sneaky booty wanted. she is seriously going to be trouble when she's older.
three things. #1 be sure to check said child's hair. #2 because of said child's hair, i would like all colors please and thank you. and #3 i l♥ve pinterest have i mentioned that? my beloved eggs were a product of pinning. so were the napkins at dinner and the peeps flower arrangement. two enthusiatic thumbs up for pinterest for keeping the creative juices flowing. i'm a fan.

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