This year the dutchkid had a great time Easter Egg hunting. She managed to get several hunts in, so we’re still eating the candy. My favorite one was the one held here on post. The new CG allowed it to be held on the grounds, and it was just kind of cool to have this sort of a backdrop:
Please ignore the face on my darling girl, that’s what you get these days when you ask her to smile.
Dh found it absolutely hilarious that I wanted to take the Holga with me (we are a two camera family these days, he takes the big digital monster and I am usually dragging a film camera of some sort). Lately it’s been feeling like my get-out-of-jail free card, if the pictures don’t turn out? Well, I was working with a toy camera after all. And he was in charge of the serious memory photos. I kind of like it that way.
We went away this past weekend for a little overnight vacation. Charleston is one of my favorite Southern cities, second only to Savannah. We hadn’t been there in 5 years, so it was good to be back. We visited the aquarium (and guess what, our local zoo is reciprocal, so remember that membership dh got? It got us half off!)
Since it was Easter weekend, we even managed to catch an Easter egg hunt for the dutchkid, which was loads of fun, even if we did almost get trampled! I tell you, parents are vicious when it comes to getting Easter eggs for their kids! (we only got 5)
When we rolled up at the hotel, the dutchkid announced that it was “Gramma’s house”. I didn’t really think much of it, given the fact that both of her “Grammas” live in different states and we don’t see either very often. But when we got into the room she got very upset when dh switched on the TV. “No daddy, Gramma’s TV”. Ditto for me trying to lay down on the bed. “Get UP! Gramma’s bed!” I was waiting for the meltdown when we couldn’t produce a Gramma in the flesh, but thankfully that never came up.
As we drove away the next day, she said cheerfully, “Bye, Gramma’s house!”. Evidently Gramma now lives at the Residence Inn.