Who's The Easta Bunny?

If Christmas traditions are etched in stone for my family, Easter ones are more huffed into the fog your breath makes on a window. Shawn and I discovered last night that we couldn't really remember how Easter went or exactly what the bunny did. I have memories of hunting for eggs indoors and outside and filling a woven basket full as I went. Shawn remembered little about his Easter past so he was of little help as I was calling out to him last night questioning the number of candies that went into each plastic egg. He was several beers deep by the time Vi finally crashed (we had cheered Butler on to the NCAA championship) so we improvised on the Bunny rules.

Despite our lack of planning, today we cobbled together a pretty sweet holiday, if I do say so myself. There were parts that were familiar; a family brunch, some egg hunts, deviled eggs, stuffed rabbits, and parts that were new; salmon instead of ham, a family bike ride, watching The Sound of Music (which Violet LOVES--she is so going to be my best friend someday).

And of course, there were tutus. It was just too nice out not to get some naked tutu time in...