I know everyone is posting pictures of Easter eggs and Easter egg hunts today. If there was a bridge they were all jumping off too, I’d totally be there.
I just love seeing the looks on the faces of the egg-hunters come Easter morn’.
This is not a picture of my son on Easter. It’s a picture of Kevin’s butt and someone’s crotch on Easter.
You had no idea Kevin was this tall, did you?
One thing about Grammy and Poppy’s house: there’s guaranteed to be a garbage can somewhere in your picture. They are either the cleanest people or the dirtiest people in their neighborhood.
But when you can’t lick ‘em, you may as well join ‘em.
WHAT’S FOR BREAKFAST (at Grammy and Poppy’s):
Waffles with blueberry sauce and whip cream
Grandpa’s pepper sausage
Smoked salmon breakfast casserole