here comes peter cottontail

This is not my childhood Easter. Perhaps Nate just hasn't caught on to the candy bonanza that awaits him Easter morning, but today when he woke up he insisted on shaving before heading downstairs to check out his basket. Weird kid. But with a very smooth shave!

For some reason, when we were decorating eggs, Nate insisted we put the little Paas stickers on our thumbs. I still don't get it, but he seemed pleased.

Anja seems to time her major baby events around the sporting calendar, and since today was the start of the baseball season (with a game between the Sox and Yankees, just to make it extra exciting) she rolled over from her back to front for the first time. Go baby!