The Hunt

We don't always follow traditions closely at The Garlick Press...sometimes we veer off madly in the wrong direction.

 We start off with the usual Easter egg dying.

 The teenager made me the pink and lime green one! I'm a pink egg kind of girl.

We'll usually have a traditional ham and smoked turkey dinner...

including a plethora of desert treats like coconut cupcakes, brown-butter brownies and chocolate dipped marshmallow bunnies.

Warning...sharp veering ahead...

 Easter bonnet...

gangsta' bonnet!

 And because we're new grandparents...a new tradition.

Welcome to Nana and Papa's first annual Easter egg hunt.

 Is that the Easter bunny I see hiding those eggs...or is that some bunny else?

I know...I know...neither one of the grand babies can walk

or even pick up their own Easter eggs.

Look closely at Izzy...she's trying to sneak an egg from Olivia's basket.

Even the teenager got a little excited about Easter this year. 

There were grand baby eggs...and eggs just for the adult hunters.

Let's be honest, all the eggs were for the adults, since neither baby is allowed to have candy yet.

Ask Bob why he aced out his wife trying to get the prized silver Easter egg.

Gumming on a Kit Kat bar went well for Olivia until she actually broke open the wrapper.

It was a lovely Easter afternoon...spent soaking up the babies that are springing up around us..

Apparently she didn't like Peter Cottontail.

Easter egg hunting can make boys very sleepy...

and finally...Henry's out!

See we can be fairly traditional when we try...

and we're off again!