Easter in NE PA...

...means wearing a pastel sundress over long johns and under a winter coat. At least this year we didn't have much of a wind chill factor.

You can't see much of the outfit here, and since it was basically a mishmash of Spring Thermal, that's probably a good thing. We're at the church egg hunt.

And...they're off.
Eggs secured.
Much rumpled, we check the take.
And a hug from Daddy.

"Comin' right up!"

"Mommy! I make you flapjacks!"

(We've NEVER called pancakes 'flapjacks,' nor do we ever say 'comin' right up!', but she apparently does.)

She washes up first...

The bowl contents are the 'flapjacks.' She likes to pretend her blocks are various foods.

She bakes her flapjacks in the oven.

"Five minutes."

(Cupboard's a bit bare there, Boo.)

"Juice?" (The quotes are really what she said.)

She's a great help in the real kitchen too!