GETTING BACK TO BASICS: HAPPY EASTER

Sunday, April 24, 2011

HAPPY EASTER

Although our two girls have grown and moved on, we still get to experience the "Easter Bunny"excitement through the eyes of my little daycare kiddies. The little bunnies had a great party, but the old hare ain't what she used to be... but hopefully I have few more years left in me before I get put out in the clover field.

Happy Easter everyone,

from all the gang!

2 comments:

Veronica LeeApril 24, 2011 at 2:09 PM
Happy Easter! Love the pics!
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Joanna JenkinsApril 28, 2011 at 4:13 PM
Aww, the kids are so cute. I remember being trilled at the prospect of the Easter Bunny bringing treats to us as kids. I'm sure your cuties had a blast!
Cheers, jj
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