The other day the girls and I rode our bikes a few blocks south the Minnehaha Creek for a picnic. I wasn’t planning on much until Netta came downstairs with a beautifully packed basket with a carefully folded blanket inside. It turned out to be quite a proper little experience, complete with a pretend baby and owl. Lovely.

Arthur, who sometimes reads this blog, left this little note for the Easter Bunny that I find sorta heartbreaking. Basically saying, “I’m growing up but I’m in no hurry to grow up so do what you have to, Easter Bunny.”