Easter Sunday and Iron Butt...

As a kid, I don't remember so many holidays that included candy, but now I'm keenly aware of all the sugar. I need to buy less when it comes to candy holidays but for now, on with the story. We started our Easter Sunday with the egg hunt and found that Juliet was very possessive of her basket and its contents. No one was allowed near it, even me. She looks like she's investigating Maxine's basket to note its treasures.
Jack just wanted everything for himself.



We went to church and took this picture when we got home. It was the only good one with Jack. Afterwards, he jumped around like a goof and was blurry.
Maxine and Juliet wanted to pose so I caught this little face. I love her cheeky cheeks!And to change the subject, my husband has decided to do an Iron Butt motorcycle ride. The Iron Butt Association is composed of motorcycle riders who have completed a long distance in a short period of time. Merril intends to leave this evening to get his SaddleSore 1,000. He'll need to ride 1,000 miles on a motorcycle in under 24 hours. There are other rides including a Pacific to Atlantic coast ride in under 50 hours. He's even got one, and maybe two, friends to go with him. Sounds like a case of sore bum to me.