Dyed eggs with Best Bud Trent. Yes, it was a mess. (I may have bitten off more than I can chew with overseeing this project.)
Went to Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Woke up to Easter baskets and and egg hunt. She did not really buy the whole bunny-leaving-stuff concept. She kept referring to the goodies in her basket as "The toys you bought me, Mama."
Got dolled up in a pretty little white dress and her fancy sweater and pink tights and gold shoes for a fancy brunch with the grandparents. Wanted her nails painted just like mine - smurf blue for the fingernails, hot pink on the toes.
Ate nothing that wasn't sweet at brunch: fruit, ambrosia salad, french toast, juice, four plates of desserts. (we sat right next to the dessert table and I just plain gave up after a while)
The dress took a hit: stained with blue cupcake frosting, blackberry juice, and dirt from the tumble she took outside while trying to burn off some energy. She fell fairly hard and stood up bawling: "I'm all covered in diiiiiiiirt!!"
Refused to nap. (How could she when her mother let her eat sugar all day?)
Passed out on the drive home Sunday night.