Syd kept asking if the Easter Bunny was quarantined. I've been telling her "yes" for two weeks, which made our half-assed holiday celebrations feel extra special. I opine though that Easter was the perfect Shelter-in-place holiday.
|I'd bought the girls their outfits before the shut down. Eli improvised.|
Even the boy deigned to join us. Then, because he's basically an overgrown hormonal puppy, he accidentally broke three eggs by smashing them in his fist.
I made us ham and a metric ton of scalloped potatoes, and we finished off the night with carrot cake and a viewing of Dr. Doolittle. We never got around to an egg hunt (likely for the best). We missed our friends, but it was a lovely, cozy day.