Easter started this year with a trip to the church for the annual Breakfast with the Easter Bunny and the egg hunt. This was Garrett’s first Easter and also marks one of very few times that I have dressed the boys alike. I truly thought I would do that more, but just haven’t for some reason!
All the grandkids except the newest one, baby Charlotte, who was still in the hospital during this breakfast!
Mrs. Kristi is explaining the egg hunt to the kids so they’re all waiting patiently for the green light to start heading outside to hunt the eggs!
It didn’t take but about 2 minutes for Carter to have his basket full of eggs. Once his was full he started helping his cousins Cynthia and Celia fill up their baskets. He’s a sweetheart!
Helping his cousin get some eggs with Nana.
Then there was the actual event of Easter…
This needs explanation. See, Carter is OBSESSED with his Nana’s car. Mainly because her license plate tag says “SING JOY”. He spells it all the time. With those magnetic refrigerator letters…on the bathtub wall with those spoungy letters that stick to the wall…all the time. Everywhere. He loves it. I just so happened to find a place that does kid size license plate tags for bicycles. So I picked our state and made it say SING JOY and the Easter Bunny brought it to him for Easter. He was so excited! It’s now on the back of his bike.
We will likely sign Carter up for some tee-ball this fall, but he’s never played before so we got him the tee-ball set so that he would get some practice in our backyard. Naturally we had to have a quick teaching session with daddy before church.
It was the best I could get. Y’all…the struggle is real. Getting a picture of two kids while they’re both looking at the camera and not messing with their clothes and making decent facial expressions…it’s impossible.
The cousins before digging into their Easter baskets at Nana and Papa’s house.
Then we had an Easter Egg Hunt in Nana and Papa’s backyard. Nana had a great idea to ensure all the kids would get the same number of eggs. Each egg had the number 1, 2 or 3 written on it. Each child was assigned a number so when they went hunting for eggs, they could only get the egg if it had their number on it. If it didn’t, they had to put it back. BRILLIANT.
After the egg hunt we may or may not have let all the kids ride Uncle Justin/Daddy like a horse. He was a good sport :)