In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You'll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I'll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.
You'll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I'll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.
- Mr. Irving Berlin
Evie didn't have an Easter bonnet, but she certainly had an Easter basket. Two Easter baskets to be exact... and she filled them both to capacity quite a few times this weekend!
Coach Neal giving her pointers on hunting strategy, the importance of maintaining a serious game face, and how to outwit/outlast the other toddlers. |
Good form, little lady! |
The hopping bunny was captivating. |
But not captivating enough for this guy. This bunny was a tired little bunny. |
Is it sad when the toddler outlasts the adult in managing to keep her dress clothes on?! |
Look, no hands!! |
I have no idea where she gets it from. |
Hmmm.... let's think about this. |
All cleaned up and looking sharp. This happens about once a year, so you better believe we grabbed a picture of it while we could! |
precious family picture!
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