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Easter Four Times Over

Benjamin and Brayden celebrated Easter not once, not twice, but four times this year. First, the boys discovered Easter baskets waiting for them at the breakfast table. After tearing through his treasures, it was time for the much-anticipated hunt. Out we went into the front yard, where Ben searched for the hidden eggs that were filled with candy, stickers, and even money for his piggy bank. He insisted on opening each egg to see what it held before depositing it into his basket. This slowed the process down considerably, but I loved seeing the expression on his face as he discovered each new treasure.

Benjamin's basket contained a train book, a railroad crossing for his track, and a small ladder truck that zooms around the house.

Brayden's basket held only one item: Sophie the Giraffe. The teething toy is apparently the item to have for babies, so this Easter Bunny made sure Brayden had one for his chewing pleasure. Just don't ask me how much it cost, cuz' I'll never tell.


The next three celebrations were held at Gramma Barbie's (brunch, baskets, games, and a hunt), Aunt Candy's (an early traditional ham dinner, baskets, and a hunt), and finally at Grandma and Grandpa's for a quiet late dinner (and of course baskets and a hunt). Let it suffice to say that by the end of the day Benjamin was truly Eastered-out, as were his parents. Nathan and I had sort of a glazed-over look as we drove home and dropped the kids in the entry way and all the baskets into bed. Wait, reverse that. I told you we were tired. :)

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