Easter Morning: A Study in Survival

Easter morning in the Hartwell house: Sophie woke up at 6 AM demanding to hunt eggs (which we hid at 11 PM last night while half-asleep). Theo decided Easter was the perfect day to sleep for four straight hours, which honestly might be his contribution to the holiday.

Easter Morning: A Study in Survival

I’m calling chocolate bunny for breakfast “self-care” because I pushed a human out of my body three months ago and I deserve nice things. Sophie found seventeen plastic eggs and has eaten approximately forty-seven chocolate eggs already. The sugar crash will be epic, but that’s a 2 PM problem.

We attempted a family Easter photo. Key word: attempted. One crying baby who chose that exact moment to need a diaper change, one four-year-old vibrating from sugar, and two parents who haven’t had coffee yet. The results were… artistic. By which I mean terrible, but Theo’s confused face was pretty cute.

Happy Easter from our chaos to yours. May your chocolate be plentiful and your egg hunts less frantic than ours.