For four years we've been going to Grandma Charla's (Aaron's mom's) house for Easter. She must be friends with Peter Cottontail, because the Easter baskets are amazing: toys, candy, coloring books, stuffies, dental hygiene tools, you name it. And scattered around their large property are countless eggs, some obvious enough for a toddler to discover, others so fiendishly well hidden that they won't be found until next year, when it is more likely that they are smelt than seen.
The living room of Charla and Dell's house is full of light, and therefore good for portraiture.
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| Although Lily and Elizabeth claim to be best friends, Lily gets along a lot better with Suzanne than she does with Elizabeth. |
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| Master Kai Charles Wheeler-Kay. |
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| Suzanne enjoying a handful of pecans and a glass of sherry. My don't they grow up fast! |
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| Elizabeth. |
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| Pensive Aaron. If those aren't Easter trousers, I don't know what are. |
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| Good eggs. |
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