Going through the resurrection eggs with all the kids. I love these because it takes plastic eggs, a symbol that has nothing at all to do with the resurrection, and helps teach kids the true meaning of Easter. Most of them (except mine, ha!) listened and passed around all of the pieces.
Turning them loose.
Harley liked Macy and hung out with her for a while.
The confetti eggs are always entertaining.
So glad that Harley is able to spend time with her great grandparents.
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This next series of photos cracks me up. I told Garrett I wanted to try to get one photo, just one, of our kids together. I didn't care if they were all looking and smiling. I didn't want it posed and perfect. My goal was simply one photo where they weren't picking their noses and looking somewhat normal. This is real life. Welcome to my chaos. But I think I like these photos better anyway.
Take 1.
Hudson had not had a nap and was mad about something that I can't even recall at this point.
Oh bubba, it's okay. Don't cry.
Do you need a hug?
Moving on...
Huh...
Let me get that for you.
And that's a wrap.
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Slayton and Harley. She was trying to tackle him and I think he was scared.
Me and my sweet girl.
That's all folks!
He is risen, he is risen indeed.

































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