Here is Peanut with her basket:
And a picture of the two of them together. Yes, incredible as it is, they are actually this chummy most of the time. Though there was a momentary scrap over an orange and yellow spotted egg that nearly drew blood.
And here they are just before we left for Mark’s mom’s house near Poughkeepsie, NY. How about the gloves? Don’t you love them? Target. $1, baby!
At my mother-in-law’s, we had another egg hunt. Here’s Peanut, who appears to be 6 going on 12 in this photo. Kill. Me. Now.
And Loaf, munching on candy. All day, she kept telling me that her shoes hurt her feet, to which I replied, “Sorry sweets. Get used to suffering for fashion.”
So that was our Easter in a nutshell. Or an eggshell, if you prefer. Hope you all had a great day!