This is not the Easter Bunny.

This is a what a 15-month old looks like in his newborn bed. A good fit, no?
But onto the Easter thing.

For Easter, we cloned Sebbie's Grandmaman for him. But she didn't fit in the basket.

What DID fit in his Easter basket was a fun new little train, and some of that weird fake grass.

Which he looooooooved. We had almost as much fun watching him as he did playing with it.

Then it was time to bring some colour to this winter wonderland kind of a day, and get all bundle-y to go outside.

And play hide-behind-Papa on the way.

Here is Sebbie enjoying the view of the Giant on his walk. Though mostly he looks at his feet. They are very cute, we can't blame him.

The intrepid little walker spies his Papa at the door.

Matilda finished her dinner early and went to go herd some cats. First, you have to show them who's the boss.

Scotty herded some toys. Generally, he who holds the hammer is the boss. Scotty actually has a strange (or perfectly normal, come to think of it) affinity for hammers. We could do a whole blog of pictures of Scotty brandishing Sebastien's hammers.

And on that note, we could also do a whole blog of pictures of Sebastien trying to feed (or have someone else feed) some sort of toy incarnation of a doggy. This one is supposed to be a bowling pin, but it has ears. He's not picky.

One of these days, he'll be running. And it will all be a blur.
Posted by Marlene at March 25, 2008 09:00 PM