hippity, hoppity

easter for the little darlings....

 {the egg hunt at grammy's house.}

{this year i decided to fill the boys in on a little secret about the easter bunny,  the secret being that i am him and he is me.  they refused to accept it (mad swears he's seen him.) and even after walking in on me filling their baskets, they thought it was pretty cool of him to bring them so much money. what's a girl to do??}