Sometimes rabbits eat rabbits.

It was raining on Easter Sunday, so we had a little indoor hunt. I made us a nice bunny-breakfast of banana bread, boiled eggs, blueberry muffins, fruit salad and strawberry yoghurt. It was delish! Then it was down to my mom distracting the boys while I hurriedly hid chocolate goodness all over the house. The boys had a totally fun time, and I ate way too much of their stash behind their backs. 

I haven't explained all the Christian meanings behind Easter to Noah. I don't feel that he can really understand all of it properly just yet. I don't want to tell him something and for him to just accept it because I said so. I really want him to make his own mind up about everything in life. Except wearing pants. He absolutely has to do that. Pants are essential.



Yup mom, I think I'm good here.