Here's the thing: When you have a 1 year old, Easter doesn't mean much to them. In fact, there's not much that they get excited about except food and food. This year with a two year old in tow, we had a great time teaching her about Easter. Though she still is struggling understanding the true meaning of Easter, she
definitely understand egg hunting. We went down the road to the in-laws neighborhood and being excellent parents sent her around the neighborhood looking for eggs. They do a great job hiding eggs in various houses all over the place. So with basket in hand and determination in our hearts, we ventured forth into the unknown world of egg hunting:
After our calisthenics warmup, we pose for our adoring fans.
A basket full of eggs gives us the sweet dance of victory.
Her first egg hunt under her belt, it's time for a nap.
Then off to color eggs! V is a master of mulit-colored eggs.
If she messes up, she gives "The Sorry Face" and everything's OK.
On Easter morning, she gets her two favorite things: Veggietales and Jesus' resurrection. Happy Easter!
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