Since we I knew we were going to be out of town until the Saturday before Easter, I decided to go the casual route. This way I knew their Easter clothes would still be neatly pressed before go time on Sunday morning. Does lamb drool stain? I wasn't going to risk the first seersucker of the season finding out.
And then the lamb was a no show.
So the boys just had to be cute on their own. A feat I feel they managed fairly well, biased as I am.
These photos are from my camera. My friend has an even better camera and lens than I do, so I can't wait to see how hers turned out.
Just so you know, I wouldn't EVER allow my two year old to wear a button down. Even though he looks just freaking adorable, it's Peter Pan collars at church or we skip church in this house until you're five.
Owen was having a full on Kanye episode for the first 10 minutes we were there. But then he let us know he would work for candy, so he decided to smile in between asking for more. You can see that they both actually have candy in their contract demands.
Later that evening, it was time to put out carrots for the Easter Bunny. Max was there too, but he was so excited all of his photos basically feature him as a blur across the screen.
Owen had one carrot, which he kept nibbling on. It took some convincing to get him to put it on the ground with the other carrots that had enthusiastically been placed by his older brother.
After heading back inside, he stood at the front door and looked out at his carrots mumbling something about "E Bunny!" and, "Carrot! E Bunny!"
On Easter we woke up to cloudy skies. The bottom fell out halfway to church. We had lunch reservations with my parents, and in between church and lunch we were supposed to go to their house for an egg hunt. The traditional hunt had to be moved indoors. I think the boys hunted eggs at least 12 different times before it was time to leave for lunch. When the hunting landscape goes from an entire yard to just the living room, it makes said hunt go by much faster.
Sadly, the rain did not let up before we had to leave for lunch, so our hair suffered the most. Here I am, channeling my inner Diana Ross. Owen's hair appears to be channeling his inner David Banner circa 1979. This was as close as he would get to the bunny. He was all about him from a distance. Not so much up close.
And because there is never enough sugar on Easter, my mom made two delicious Easter cakes. One Peeps cake for the kids and one Easter birthday cake for JT.
We were late to the egg dying party this year because of our travels. So after lunch and dessert with my folks, Owen napped and Max got to dye his eggs.
When Owen woke up he wanted to join in. He quickly found out that real Easter eggs don't open as easily or neatly as the plastic kind he had hunted over at my mom's.
Egg decorating came to an abrupt halt as did our Easter festivities for the day.