I love Easter time, all the blossom trees are blooming, the tulips & daffodils are looking beautiful. I was also born on Easter in 1975. My mom woke up early that morning in labor and when she woke my dad up to tell him the Easter bunny was coming, he had no idea what was going on. When I was about 10 yrs old, my parents surprised us with baby chicks in an Easter basket that were all different colors. (I'm still not sure how they were able to dye them different colors, must have come from colored eggs.) I thought they were the cutest little things and I talked my parents into letting them sleep in my room that night. They were in a cage with a heating lamp on them but they made so much noise that I thought about moving them to Soren's room when I couldn't sleep that night.
Anyways, here are a couple pictures from Easter. As you can see, Sloan's not letting us take her picture much these days...must be a teenager thing. Junior was in his 1st Easter egg hunt and caught on pretty fast, he even pulled a Sloan and borrowed eggs from other kid's baskets. When they were spreading the eggs out for his group, he kept saying "ball" "ball". Daddy was helping him and he was all over those eggs. He loved the tootsie rolls too.
