Addy's First Easter.

Courtesy of Addy's Great Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Sandra. It was also their son's 12th birthday, so the cake had dual purposes.

Growing up, we always got Easter baskets in my house, even though my mom's Jewish and my dad's nothing and I didn't even know what the day was about until I was, like, 15. I probably didn't figure it out until people started talking to me about going to hell and such. But anyway, the Easters of my childhood were restored today, back when it was just a day of family fun and baskets of candy.

Jason woke up and went to get us breakfast at Cracker Barrell. He came home with an Easter bunny who sings "Barbara Ann" and wiggles his ears to the beat. Addy loved it. Or, she stared at it. Same thing.

Then we went to my parents' house, where there was a big basket of goodies waiting.

Later, at Jason's parents' house, Adelyn threw a fit--maybe from being passed around too much, maybe from the heat. Everyone was taking turns trying to calm her down. A little while later I went to find Addy so we could take her home. I finally found her in the very back room, on Jason's mom chest, both of them lying on the floor in the peace and quiet.

Addy's been fussier than usual the past couple days. But that's another post for tomorrow.