Twas the night before Easter...
and this Mama bunny was exhausted.
Lottie seriously adores him.
The bunnies will one day have their own place inside the chicken coop.
For now, based on our kids level of interest, this spot is perfect for frequent bunny interaction.
Meet Pipsy (Pipsqueak) and Bun-Bun (Cinnamon Bun).
They are bunny saints: both patient and cuddly.
It totally makes sense for my girls to be wearing Christmas jammies
considering how the two holidays tie in together, yes?!
As for Henry... it totally makes sense that he's wearing size 3T pajama bottoms
considering that he's related to Andrew;
who still wears clothes he wore in junior high on a semi-regular basis.
All things considered, Church went well. I felt the spirit, Andrew pulled through and the short clips I had prepared worked during my lesson and my kids didn't stain the church bench with the giant carrot shaped bag of cheese balls they were gifted in Primary. As I drove the children home, the heavens parted and I began to hear a choir of angels sing as I realized that my baby was ready for his mega Sunday afternoon nap. And so was Lottie.
Sunday naps are the best kind of naps.
Following Forrest's nap, I allowed my self to bathe in a personal pool of sentimentality as I said the words to my family.
"This is Forrest's first Easter." With his birthday a few weeks away, I realized that it was one of his last "big" firsts (if that makes sense).
Remember how we have a constant surplus of eggs? How pathetic would it be if we didn't dye any of them?! You don't have to answer that because the Monday following Easter the kids and I made it our business to get that done. With Andrew on the road for another week long business trip, we had to wait until Forrest was in bed so I could help the children and participate.