Griff snuck downstairs this morning to check for his basket. While age three seems to be when our kids are really old enough to enjoy holidays, five seems to be the age of expectations. He had told me the night before that the "best thing" about Easter is the basket full of toys and candy. I wouldn't say it was *full* and honestly, I don't usually do toys, but fortunately for me, the simple baskets with a couple of pieces of candy and some mini sticker/activity books, along with some bath confetti, was satisfactory. Whew.
We had a laid-back Easter at home this year, with a little bit of gardening (weeding to prep for planting) and then the main event in the afternoon: the hunt. Our neighbor Georgi hid eggs with me and Don and Matt joined us for the search. Reese was STOKED and has become quite the adept egg hunter.
They generally move too fast for photos, but here's the best of what I managed: