We spent Easter at my sister's house even though they weren't there. They had gone to California so we housesat so that we could wake up and do the neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt. J loved it. He was all about eggs, but didn't really care for the candy, which was nice, but will surely be the last year that happens. Eggs, being one of his favorite foods, were a fun thing to look for in the grass... even if he did only get six. He still plays with them, and pretends to make me eggs for breakfast. Here he is looking through someone else's loot.