We had a few friends over for a potluck Easter feast. It was so delicious! We ate until we were overful and then we played an epic game of Settlers of Catan. I'm still hurting over the seven wheat Mel monopolized from me.

easter sunday
Conor folded these bunny napkins for me. They were the perfect touch!easter sunday
easter sunday
easter sunday
easter sunday
This cake was so fun to make even if I am I poor icer. The curd in the middle was divine!easter sunday
easter sunday
easter sunday

We filled a dozen eggs for Holly on Saturday and let her find them. She LOVED the candy and ate it as fast as she possibly could. We didn't tell her about the last egg on the bookshelf because we felt she had downed enough candy. A little while later she spotted it and held it up with an expression that saide, "look what I found!" Apparently, she ate too much candy because sometime that night it all came back up. 

easter hunt
easter hunt
easter hunt
easter hunt
easter hunt
easter hunt

You HAVE to watch this video. Watching it really put my day into perspective big time. I wish I had been this good as a youth. I'm so impressed. And the video has given me a new view on running with my girls in a stroller. I can do it!

How did this video make you feel? Did you cry like I did? Do you feel empowered? Ready to do some good?

Greta's Nana (Conor's Mom) made her blessing dress. It's a gorgeous, simple cotton dress - I really like it! It feels etheral yet a bit organic too. Greta looks darling in it. I love her in white, on white with her dark hair - she just pops! I finally took some photos of Greta in her dress today. I know I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Greta is so pretty! If you'd like to view more photos of Greta in her dress, visit my flickr photostream

Greta's blessing
Greta's blessing
Greta's blessing
Greta's blessing
Greta's blessing
Greta's blessing
Look at how chubby my little baby has gotten! Can you believe it?!chubby baby

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

— Ruth Hamilton
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