I mean this in the nicest most Christian way possible. Good riddance, Easter.
At least we got some good pictures in return for my misery:
Look! My kids aren't wearing clothes! Again!
Five minutes after his basket was filled the eggs were spread all over the house for me to play 900 egg pick up. Which, if I haven't mentioned it, is my FAVORITE game.
Waaay more interested in catching her brother in the butterfly net then finding any eggs.
This rare picture brought to you by good naps, bribery, and Grandma Pat.