Post nap, we had our first forage into egg decorating. Someone mastered that pretty quickly.
Meanwhile, this front and center green egg came out with some sort of gorilla-like face. Ok, so it's not the Shroud of Turin but still. Creepy.
Sunday brought an early wake up, an egg hunt, and time to get into our Easter-best and venture to church.
Oh, Church, where within 8 minutes, Garrett announced rather loudly that he had to go potty. Twice. Then it was snack-demanding. As I said to all the little old ladies who were cooing at how adorable he was, let's see how adorable he is when he's actually trapped in a pew. Ah well...
An excruciating hour plus later, we were cruising south to Grammie and Grampie's. Thankfully, he slept the whole ride, and despite the utter groggy affect on arrival, the sweetest moment of the day came when he spotted his Grampie in the door, let go of Daddy's guiding hand, and ran to launch himself into Grampie's waiting arms.
After hugs and hellos, Garrett and his cousins set off to find the Easter eggs that had been hidden and opening the Easter treats, all while chowing on carrots and dip.
After awhile, it was time to get Garrett out of his monkey suit and into some comfier play clothes. He and the girls then started a game of catch with the Tigger ball they'd given him. (Note to self--interrupting said game of catch could result in momma and child colliding heads--in this case, Garrett's bowling ball noggin and nearly giving me a black eye. I'm pretty sure a mild concussion has ensued.)
Meanwhile, Pooh takes a contemplative break.
Ah, the kids table. Enjoying the Easter tradition of kielbasa and deviled eggs.
The giggles, singing, and silly games continued throughout the afternoon. He may not fully understand who/what the Easter Bunny and Easter is, but he sure does love his family.