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Early Easter

Today we got together with Kevin's family for an early Easter celebration because his dad is home from Fort McMurray this weekend and wouldn't be here next weekend.  We did a big ham and had the family over for an afternoon feast.  Sandy also celebrated his 66th birthday on April 7th, so we had cake and ice cream for dessert.  Yum!

Aside from love from Grandma and Grandpa, Nola also got to play with her cousins and get some lovin' from her Auntie Trish, Great Uncle Bob and Aunt Bernadette!  Cousin Curtis was also able to make it!

Nola before our company arrived...
Our first guest...Grandpa!
The whole crew minus Austin...I think he's playing...do you see a little face poking out behind Bernadette?  ♥ her.
♫ Happy Birthday Grandpa! ♪
Curtis, Blake, Trish and Austin.
Blake and Grandma with his super cool singing chick!
Curtis and Sharrell and Nola.
Smiley Blake.
Most amazing husband.
Trish, Bob and Bernadette.
 The only picture with me in it!
 Chowing down on a hot cross bun!  Yum!
 The grandkids. :)
 A little sit with Grandpa.
 And after all the company left, it was a little play, a quick bath and a bo t   t     l    zzzzzz.



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