Yeah, so I figured out it's probably better to go to bed a little earlier the night before Easter.  Being the oldest of six kids, it's more likely to be woken up bright and early to discover what treats the Easter Bunny has left in the traditional basket from when you were a baby as well as across the entire downstairs to hunt out.
  ~ Do not let me forget:  NO SUGAR THIS ENTIRE WEEK.  After an entire monthful of several birthdays, dates, holidays, school-and-other-induced stress, laziness and just plain feminine cravings, I will die if I eat any more.  Anywho. ~
  Of course, we went to church for a lovely service.  And for dinner the cuzins came over and we partied around on Rachel's bed googling Mormon memes and watching Paige mouth songs obnoxiously humorously.
   Like every year, we took a family Easter photo in front of the church.  Then Mom and I got a little carried away with the camera...

   {I had to put a hand to my mouth so as not to laugh as I watched Sophie pose for the camera like a little pro.  I swear this girl has taken lessons.}