I'm not really one to celebrate holidays in a big way; I'm generally pretty lazy and also a scrooge. Especially holidays like Easter, which don't hold any religious meaning for me and don't even buy you a day off of work.
So I'm perfectly content to enjoy a lovely Sunday that just happens to be Easter and do nothing special. Actually, that's not true, I made these homemade Reese's eggs for Joel. That's Easter-y! And I took a two and a half hour nap and then ate two of said Reese's eggs for "breakfast" at 1pm. That's the best way to celebrate ANY holiday, if you ask me.
But I did not procure any sort of Easter basket or colored eggs or fake grass or anything. (Though if I had remembered that the fake grass stuff is supposedly a severe choking hazard for cats, I would have gone out and bought a bag, that is how annoying Sir Yowls-a-Lot has been lately). Maybe when Hannah is old enough to appreciate anything other than BOTTLE BOTTLE IN MY MOUTH, but for now? Meh.
That is, until other people start posting adorable photos of their baby with the Easter bunny in the mall or with a their cute little wicker baskets filled with pastel-colored treats at home. Then I'm like, GODAMNIT I should have taken my child for adorable Easter photos! Now when she looks back in her baby book she's going to wonder why there is no precious photo for Baby's First Easter. (Actually, she is going to wonder why she doesn't have a baby book because I rule at being a mom.)
And that, my friends, is how you end up having a living room photo shoot with a cranky baby who is pretty much ready to go to bed right now, except NO BED FOR YOU! There are precious first Easter memories to be made because Mommy is having a minor guilt attack!
Luckily Joel's coworker gave us an enormous bag of baby clothes, including this dress, or our Official Easter Photo Shoot would have featured Hannah wearing a too-small gender-neutral onesie from Target. To date I have purchased her exactly one outfit and now it's kind of a game I'm playing with myself to see how long I can go before I have to break down and buy her clothes. Every time I am juuust about to drive to Ye Olde Target and buy a value pack of onesies, someone asks if we want a giant bag of clothes and I say YES PLEASE because I am cheap.
So... what exactly am I supposed to do here? Hold this stuffed bunny by the ears out of the camera's view?
SHAKE THE BUNNY!
...not shake the bunny? AM CONFUSED. Also have you noticed the lighting kinda sucks in here?
AM NOW BORED.
HEY I CAN KINDA CRAWL NOW WANNA TAKE MY PICTURE AS I TRY TO LURCH RIGHT OFF THE COUCH?
Daddy? Why is Mommy's disembodied arm shoving this bunny at me?
I needed to go to bed approximately fifteen minutes ago, FYI.
JUST ONE MORE BAM JUST LIKE THE MALL PORTRAIT STUDIO ASSUMING MALL PORTRAIT PHOTOS ARE KINDA BLURRY AND HAVE FESTIVE EASTER BICYCLES IN THE BACKGROUND SHUT UP.
