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this is easter, twenty eighteen.
luca is 4.5, jack is 1.5
the photo struggle was real this year, since jack is old enough to know what he doesn't want and walk away but still too young to understand what it means to cooperate – that the sooner you do, the sooner it's done – even with a bribe.
luca was happily sitting as close to me as he could possibly be in our photos, while jack just needed me to move my arm and not be touching him at all. luca didn't need treat bribes this year, but that's what jack's looking at. he would stand there, in the frame, but he needed a bunny snack and for me to not get too close. we have many hilarious versions of this where you can see him whining and twisting out of my arm. it's always nice to get a good photo, but also – this is what real life looks like. jack and i may be best friends, but that doesn't mean his love language is physical touch. the best photo i got all weekend is that one with me and my OG bff.
the many (many, many) photos of them two together are quite comical. the best one of them all involved a lot of cropping out moving hands and feet, but look at their faces! i can't get enough of them.
we went to church on saturday night, which freed up sunday for all the easter festivities at my parents' house.
like the easter egg hunt.
and dying eggs.
and, of course, a photo shoot.
the rest of the trip involved trips to the park and picnics and donuts and playing outside with the boys during the day, and the greatest showman and bonfires and late night chats with T and lee at night.