tomorrow will be the first morning in days not spent hunting, in woodlands, or mown grass, or hay, for chocolate eggs. these morning hunts have been a wonder for cc of course. racing around with other little folk and finding a treat at the end of it has definitely marked easter out as a good thing to him.
muddled in with chocolate hunts this weekend were family walks, stumbling across a handsome donut truck, and dancing. much dancing. accompanied with contented squeals from little clement.