"Okay, Mama. It's Easter morning. Is Finn up yet?"
"ELMO!!" Wow, even the Easter Bunny knows Finn loves Elmo.

"I love chocolate bunnies for breakfast." Who can blame him?

After a morning of chocolate and bubbles, we headed off to our park for an Easter-egg hunt.

We did attend a potluck afterward with all Easter-egg participants, but we didn't take any pictures. We were too busy eating delicious food and having fun.

Man, I have been trying to post these all weekend. Stupid computers.
Anyway, Good Friday was good indeed. We headed to the Agricultural Farm to see some baby lambs, chicks, and bunnies.
Rosemary loved the bunnies.

I loved the potatoes. Yum!
Boy, I love Finn, but man, sometimes he just is a grump. Cool farm with slides and sand? Loads of kids? Strange baby animals in barns? Delicious potato products? All decidedly not Finn's cup of tea.
It's like he can't figure out why we keep coming up with all these tedious and ever so trying methods of torturing him.

Easter weekend, as far as I know, has never been a hot one, but whatever.
We're enjoying the sun and summer-like activities.

Jenn, the internet is working again!!!

(Stupid internet... why can't somebody make a computer and operating system that works??!! Oh wait, Apple did... I rephrase; an operating system that woks and is free??)

"What is funnier than food all over my face, Mama?"
"Hmmmm...."
"Well, I guess I'm pretty funny."

"And then there's looking out the window. That can't help but be hilarious."

"I must say jumping in Finn's bed is a definite giggle blast."

"And it is true that playing on the couch makes me feel pretty silly."

"I'm beginning to think, Mama, everything is funny. Everything."

"Especially these two sillies."

Every morning, these two cute heads are at the window watching Daddy drive off to work. Usually, he honks at them, but once he's out of sight, Finn begins asking when Dadda will be home. This line of questioning continues alllll daaaaaay looooong.

Me and my little lady out on the town looking for some brunch.
I believe Finn, our scout, has found the perfect spot for my favorite meal. What's not to love? Eggs? Bacon? Desserts? Oh my!
This is how I imagine a pirate would eat a chocolate sundae.
With gusto!




Look! We're making a mess! Let's hope no one notices the mountain of food piling up under the table.
This, incidentally, is where Barack Obama bought some cookies during his six-hour visit to Ottawa.

Random cuteness, it's all the effort I can muster on a Sunday morning.