Some things to know about my Easter photos:
My children were not interested in sitting for photos. At all. To be fair, they were quaking like a couple of junkies, nervous and agitated and looking for their next marshmallow fix, and we all know that junkies don't care one whit about memorializing their Easter finery.
Speaking of junkies, I spent Easter Sunday coming down from a Prednisone-fueled midnight to 5:00 AM cleaning session, so I wasn't really that motivated to track the children down and coax out some good pictures. (I knew we were in for some fun when the drug literature indicated side effects of "insomnia," "euphoria" and "possibe mania." Squeaky clean baseboards, here we come!)
The Prednisone was treating a horrifying, leprosy-style rash that was spreading from my hands up my arms. I originally feared it was a return of the famed shingles but, no: it was a recently developed latex allergy to a new pair of gardening gloves. (And yes, I am deeply, deeply thankful to have discovered this allergy the hard way, but not the really hard way.)
So, in summation, my Easter photos are predominantly of hard-boiled eggs and Easter candy. Because those things sit really, really still and you can photograph them while your tired, rashy self is sitting down, too. Enjoy!
P.S.: I promise not to talk about rashes next time. Honest.