We had a little pep talk, we stretched, and we got ready to beat all of the other 0-1 year old babies to those precious Easter eggs. How'd we make out? Two eggs! Go baby girl!
She started off by walking to the eggs...
And then I tilted her over to pick up the egg, but she thought the grass would be more fun than the egg to play with. Silly!
She honestly could not care less about the bright, colorful eggs, but had a great time brushing the grass, pushing it down, and just feeling it. It was cute!
After we got home, I got some pictures of her in her egg hunting get-up.
On Easter Sunday, we went over to a friend's house for brunch. I bought Amelia's outfit last year when I was still pregnant, and all the Spring stuff was on sale, thinking I was ahead of the game. That would have worked if Amelia was a fat baby, but since she's little, her dress was a little huge. Oh well, she was still pretty stinkin' cute, even with her tongue hanging out. Ha!