Okay – so this is the last Easter post, I promise. As I was going through pictures from our Easter dinner, I came across the picture of Briggs in his basket.

He had been grumpy and crying the whole evening and then we squeezed him into his basket and immediately he was all smiles and giggling.  Funny kid.

Easter 2017

I went back and found his picture from last year in the same exact basket in the same exact lawn. He’s a little bigger than he was last year. It’s amazing the difference a year can make for him…and for me.

Easter 2016

I’m pretty sure this is the last year I’ll be able to squeeze him in there which makes this the last Easter I’m squeezing any child in a basket. Not sure why I ever started doing this – I suppose Hunter was just the right size on his first Easter and somehow that created a tradition. Poor Hallie – she didn’t even have a basket until Hunter was born – we’re lucky we even have pictures. I think most people start off taking the most pictures of their first child and then trail off. I’m the opposite. I’m hitting my groove with child #5 and he’s going to be the most documented out of all of them.