Chantelle and I hard at work decorating the eggs. My fingers are still stained.

Our Easter Baskets. I don't care how old I am, Easter baskets never get old.
On the hunt. We had to hide them in the house because it was wet and gross outside. From the snow melting. Yes, you heard right, the snow. It never ends here.
"I found one!" We are so proud. The 'rents had fun too.
We sooo found the golden money filled eggs. Ka-ching.
Me and my love. See, I don't always wear black.

My wonderful and amazing parents.

The girls.

The boys.
3 comments:
I agree you are never too old for easter baskets or finding eggs!
I'm glad you guys had such a fun time! I don't have Sarah's e-mail, just her blog. I hope you come to WA this summer. It would be so much fun to see you guys!
Doug looks like he's throwing up gang signs!
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