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Sunshine.

Hey, dude.

Thought.

This water is far chillier than expected or desired.

This photo was shot mere moments before Sunny pooped her brand new swimsuit, and James then dropped said poo all over our stone patio.

Ah the glamor of parenthood. Hosing poo off the porch.

Annoyance.

This forsythia is so not sweet smelling.

Obsession.

The joy of finding goodies tucked inside plastic eggs.

Yes, the Easter Bunny had to postpone the egg hunt until this weekend due to inclimate weather. Unlike Santa and the Postman, he doesn’t have to come rain or shine.