Our Children Will Probably Always Hate Easter

Today I came across this photo and it got me to reminiscing about Easter:

This past year, even Kate got an Easter egg hunt.

Just one egg though. I said egg, not eggs.

We put it just out of reach. Every time she almost got a hold of it, the egg would roll just out of reach again. M and I were evil, cruel parents who sat and watched. And laughed at her.

I refuse to feel guilty. That's what you get when you're 9 months old and still don't know how to crawl.

However. What we did to Claire when she was one month old, I may occasionally feel twinges of guilt about:

But the guilt is hard to notice because I'm laughing so hard.