Okay, so do you guys remember when I was whining about my kids' outfits when they had their photos taken with Santa? I wasn't going to let that happen again, so when the Easter breakfast at the Ambassador's residence came up this weekend, I was ready. The only problem was, I had to get there before the kids even woke up to help set up, but I gave Mitch strict instructions to make sure they looked decent. Anyway, I was too busy to get a photo of them with the Easter Bunny, but I got some other pics so you could see what they wore:
|Too bad you can't see her shredded knees, and I don't think she even wore shoes.|
|Argyle socks plus orange and teal Vans are in for Easter this year. Apparently.|
|Meanwhile, my own traitorous husband hogged this beautiful baby while I was busy. |
Did I mention that I think working is dumb?
|Look at all the sad little kids sitting down in the background, waiting for their turn at the egg race.|