I always remember to schedule someone in our family to come by before church to snap a few family pictures in front of our porch. Always. Well, this year I completely forgot and we had to rely on the tripod. SD & I both laughed because this might be my favorite Easter picture to date and we were running like crazies. I was setting the timer, running in heels and a maxi dress through very wet grass and we were swapping kids so that no one got icky grass on their feet until the last minute. I realize not everyone is smiling here (thanks, Soph), but I love it just the same.
Some of my favorite memories as a little girl are of Easter lunch at my great-grandmother, Granny’s, house on the lake. If it was warm enough, we would run down to the pier and dip our toes. We played in her huge collection of gaudy costume jewelry, ate way too many Reese’s Eggs and admonished Pop for eating eggs while we hunted in the front yard. My girls are equally excited to spend Easter afternoon at the farm.
After everyone was sufficiently filled (at least for the first time) the littlest ones got ready for an egg hunt, while the daddies and their helpers stashed eggs in the front yard.
There were many prize eggs to be found and Ella racked up with some dollar bills. I wonder if she’s remembered that she stashed them in Sweet Daddies pockets? I love this picture of me and my sweet girl, even though my dad completely photobombed the background! What I can tell about this picture, that you probably cannot, is that Ella has a VERY loose tooth on the bottom and it makes her smile look completely different to me! I was a nervous wreck that the tooth would disappear during the festivities.
Just like every other year, we attempted to get a picture of Pop & Granmom and all of their grandchildren and great grandchildren. We were lucky enough to have our Great Aunt Vera here for the day, so she joined in the fun. The best part about these photos to me is that we took approximately 487 and they all look completely different. People are talking, Sophie is complaining, Ella is wiggling her tooth and Justin is standing so far away from the rest of us?! Do we stink?
There are also some very interesting things that happen when you have Easter on the farm. Like calling the cows, watching the puppies run through the pastures and hearing the donkeys (affectionately named after my grandparents, Frank & Mary), ahem, have a little too much fun while we were trying to eat!
Any guesses what happened next?
