
Next, we prepped for church. Mike talked me out of making Addie dress up in the slightest, claiming that her nursery teachers would be the only ones to see her. It was true, but I was robbed of any hope of Easter pictures as an appropriately-attired Christian family. I didn't even take photos of us as an inappropriately dressed family. Poop.
Easter lunch was with the Brookses, plus several other families from Mike's school. The kids were rambunctious, the lunch was delicious and the company was capricious. (Not really... just ran out of alliterative adjectives.) But just as is any event with children (and sangria), it's a blur. Don't ask for details.


L to R: Shira, Ali, Bekah, Crissi, Emily
Photo credit goes to Rebekah Brooks. I hope you don't mind that I stole these.
Photo credit goes to Rebekah Brooks. I hope you don't mind that I stole these.
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