Easter

We waited in a line of 40+ people with their kids to put Benjamin on a complete stranger's lap (in a bunny suit) for approximately 25 seconds.

And this is the result of our wasted time efforts. A kid who could care less about sitting on said stranger's lap.

We felt B would be cheated without a bunny picture or something. And I guess we should be a little festive, right?

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That was last week. This weekend was no. fun. We were all sick and I changed no fewer than 8 vomited-on crib sheets. But somehow, Benjamin managed to be cuter than ever, super snugly  and lots of fun at the first park visit of the season. Between both sets of grandparents and some wonderful local friends (and a thing or two from us... but this kid now officially has more toys than a toy store!), Benjamin had two Easter baskets. The main basket was at home and he took to it quite well. Later in the afternoon, we went over to a friend's house and they gave him a second Easter basket. #spoiledbaby

{This post would be more exciting, except I'm tired, feeling crappy, hungry, and still dealing with ridding my house of the smell of vomit. Also, stressed. Seeing my baby sick is so miserable and hard on my grief.}