We tried to take group photos. It was hard.
Easter happened. There were eggs.
I ran my first 10k. It went pretty well. And I got to have my sister cheer me on, even though the weather was fairly lacking.
Also this, just because.
And on this Easter-ish note, Porter officially does not believe in Santa or the Easter bunny or any other mythical gift giver. He has recently been taking great pride in pointing out all the things we said were from Santa, but were really from yoooouuuuuuu. He seems to be happy to be in on this secret though, and I think he has finally realized that he has to stop talking about it in front of his sisters. I've been suspecting these thoughts from him for a while, and really, I enjoy not having to fake it for him anymore. But it is one more way that he is growing up. And there is no stopping it.