While in Atlanta, I fell in love with babies. Anytime we were out and I saw them, I had to have them - as many as my arms could hold. They cannot be wearing hats, though. All of the babies you buy come with hats. I hate them. My children will NEVER wear them (probably because they will have lots of hair like their mommy).
Mommy and Thatcher dyed Easter Eggs without me. To protest, I stealthily went into the spice cabinet, found gran's food coloring, pulled out the blue dye, and chugged it. That'll teach them not to dye eggs without me.
Chocolate...The Easter Bunny brought me chocolate!!!
In my Easter finery at Granddaddy's
Posing for the Cameras
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