Easter
At the risk of being a complete heathen, I am not going to talk any about the true meaning of Easter or the sweet time we enjoyed with family and friends that day, but only show Zoralee in the dress Aunt Melody sent her. And her first egg. So sorry.
morning
evening
5 comments:
Haha! She looooved that dress, eh?
Oh!! Dear my sweet little grandaughter on her first easter!! What more could you ask for! Except to be there and hug her.
Her facial expressions rock!!
she's so cuuuuuute! how's the sleeping?
Thanks, y'all. She is a bug.
Melissa, I went back to nursing to sleep for now; it's just so much more peaceful. And I've got that book on hold at the library, so when it comes available, I'll run there like the wind to pick it up. I also have been waiting until Z is very, very sleepy, so that she falls asleep quickly when we do try to put her down. I know there's a fine line between very tired and way over-tired (at which point, it is impossible to get her down), but I am walking the line with some success for now. Thanks for asking! Hopefully I'll have more news in another week or two...
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