Hippity Hoppity Easter Came and Went

One of the downsides to starting your own family is having to split your holidays. Trying to create your own traditions while maintaining the ones with your different families can be exhausting and stressful. Luckily, we’ve been blessed that previous traditions have allowed us leisure time with both families on Thanksgiving and Christmas. But Easter’s always been tough. We split lunch with my family, dessert with Sean’s, and crawl into bed exhausted at the end of the day.

But this year plans were changed. Unfortunately it lost us our time with our extended families, but we were able to gather our immediate families together at our home and enjoy ourselves, instead of dashing around Central Massachusetts.


Natalie got loved on from sun up to sun down. She was the cutest baby at church, and she actually spared her Easter dress from the usual onslaught of drool and spit up, and wore it all day.


My mom made an amazing spread of ham, au gratin potatoes, green bean casserole, etc etc and so on. It all disappeared from my plate in a glorious blur.


 My beautiful sister brought her boyfriend…Image

…and her adorable foster kitten. The resident fur boys were a little put out, but they got over it when we left a bit of ham in their food dishes.


And this is the part where I brag on my baby girl. She couldn’t have been cuter in her little dress and flower headband. Oh, and the dress had POCKETS! 


I die.


As my last point, can I bring your attention to her little toes? She clenches them around anything that comes near them, and cups her feet together, so ladylike.


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