As previously mentioned it was Breanna's Birthday on Sunday - but it was also Easter. The kids were all thrilled with their baskets - and I made it through another year with NO Candy - except the few morsels their Grandma Tinka sent. And no one was sad. It may cost me more to fill their baskets - but it's a much nicer day without the sugar induced hyperactivity.
Hillary was especially pleased with all her stuff.


Oooing and ahhhhing over her new magazine.


We skipped the city egg hunts this year since Hillary is the only one young enough to participate and all she usually gets is crappy candy. I filled eggs for each of them and hid them in the living room since there was 3 inches of snow outside. I let them each pick out their own eggs at the store and Connor picked a package of Bunny shaped eggs that only had 3 in it. So he felt like he could wear his basket as a hat and just carry his eggs. Yes he's weird.
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