Bunnies and Bulldogs

Yesterday morning we headed to a nearby park for an Easter Egg Hunt and to see the Easter Bunny. The hunt was, well, modest (it started at 10:00 and was over by about 10:05), but we got to see the bunny (Ben asked later in the day, "It's just a person inside a costume, right?") and gather enough eggs for a small sugar rush.

Petting the dog was definitely more interesting than hunting for eggs in Noah's opinion.

A big improvement from last year (and from Santa): No contact, but no tears.

After the hunt we headed to Athens to watch the UGA G-Day exhibition football game. This was Noah's first trip to the stadium. In Athens walking to lunch.

Grandma Jenny, Mr. Kelley, and Uncle Robert met us there.

Go Dawgs!

This morning Ben woke up dying to go upstairs to see if the Easter Bunny (the real one) had been here. It was so fun to watch him hunt the house and light up with excitement every time he spotted an egg.

Yes, those are Christmas pajamas (festive nonetheless, right?).

Checking out his basket.

Noah's Easter morning was less enthusiastic. It started with being awoken out of a deep sleep ... to do what?? Walk around the house looking for plastic eggs filled with things I would never put in my mouth?? No thanks. (Despite the fact that Noah inhales most anything put in front of him at mealtime, he is repulsed by the mere looks of candy and is terribly indignant if you even suggest he put it in his mouth to try it.) He spent the majority of Easter morning pretty ticked off ... And to make matters worse, poor kid had some serious bedhead.

"Just what am I supposed to do with this thing?!"

He did evenutally come around and decided it was more fun to just roll them around in the hall.

Definitely not feelin' the bunny ears.

Finding his basket in the shower brightened his spirits.

Two handsome boys dressed and ready for church.

This afternoon Ben helped me make bunny biscuits (thank you, Richard's Variety Store for the fabulous bunny cutter).