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Easter 2014...

We had a super quick and sort of crazy Easter this year.  But, regardless of the plans that didn't happen and the dresses that were never purchased, we still celebrated Jesus!

The pictures we attempted to take at Easter mass on Sunday were awful.  So, here's just a few (still not so good) pics from our Easter weekend. :-)

Lyla asked if she could choose their easter-egg-hunt clothing.  
I had no clue she'd arrive at outfits so, um…original.

Lucy wanted to smell the egg before she put it in the dye!

Dunk it.

They are rotten together.

Girl with a mission.

Lucy wasn't terribly excited about eggs to begin with...

…but was more motivated once she saw Lyla's basket!



Time for a break!

My favorite picture of the weekend.  Crazy Lyla, going forth to conquer.

Happy Easter season everyone!

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