Easter

It is Easter Sunday and time for brunch. Everyone gets dressed up, bakes, decorates, snacks, runs errands, and then fills their bellies. After the meal, it's gift frenzy time. Goodbye minimalism, today you have a day off 🤪. Easter nests are searched for in the garden, and the old guard is reluctant. The walk up the patio stairs is too much of a hassle, the girls should find their nests - WEAK 😝. Oh hey, there's no shortage of chocolate treats either. 'Just a tiny bunny and little egg' - but in what feels like a thousand versions. Why does this bug me: Because I CAN'T resist those treats 🤣🤣🤣. Post-baby pounds, you'll soon have company.

In the afternoon, there’s an impromptu visit from Godfather and Aunt Dani. Although, where has the Godfather been all this time?! Oh right, the other man has also been swallowed by the earth, along with beer bottles and smoke stuff 🤪. Make yourselves cozy... 

The day is fully utilized, evening arrives. The girls are done afterward, especially the newly (self)diagnosed empath.