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April 04, 2010

A different kind of Easter celebration

For the first time in forever, it was raining on Easter Sunday so we didn't even bother with pretty dresses and portraits.  Instead, we let the girls pick their own clothes and went about the process of keeping them entertained with indoor activities.  Since it was Easter, everything was closed so "indoor" meant "home".

Indoor Easter Egg Hunt    Indoor Easter Egg Hunt

We spent the day hiding and finding Easter eggs and splashing in the pool (hey, who cares if it's raining if you're in the pool?) and, generally, making a great big mess of our house.  We ate yummy Indian food for dinner and the girls were pretty exhausted by the end of it all. 

We tucked them into bed at 8:30 and when we went to bed at 10:00, I noticed that Gwen's bedroom door was open at the end of our long, dark, hall.  Then I looked closer and saw that she was sound asleep propped up against the door jam.  I have no idea how long she was sleeping like this but she was so deeply asleep that we were able to take several photos with our powerful flash while only half stifling our giggles and nothing we did woke her up.  Cute! 

Gwen sleeping at door a

Then I remembered that this wasn't the first time we photographed Gwen sleeping sitting up in an odd place.  Has anyone followed this blog long enough to remember this photo

What's the funniest/weirdest place you've ever found your child sleeping? 

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