Easter Egg Front

I went into this week with amusingly ambitious plans to revel devoted reader(s) (hi Dad!) with tales of how much Cass loved looking for Easter eggs, his burgeoning vocabulary (which now includes several two-syllable words), and a handful of anecdotes about raising a feisty 22-month-old who spends most mornings lately playing with his plastic Rody toy in the bathtub--sans water--wearing socks, a diaper, a barrette or necklace--or some wacky combination thereof.

Instead I've been pulling jury duty all week for an even more bizarre criminal case, barely leaving me time to download these photos of the very first Cooley-McEwen Easter Egg Hunt.

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