Table manners

Such a lady. Proper sitting, careful loading of the spoon and down the hatch the berries, cream and crust went; much easier than the dinner. I could eat that little profile up, especially that button for a nose. She kept offering me a bite and wanted me to tell her my toe accident story over and over. Strong stomach. The more gruesome the telling, the more she liked it.

In other news, I do believe some of us witnessed the first six consecutive steps the baby boy took, going from a piece of furniture to his grandpa. Awesome. Oh crap, he's going to be a holy terror. But a loved holy terror he will be.

Loads of favorite people and delicious food -best Easter Sunday since I was a kid.