Well, it's that time of year when Easter eggs means more than a hidden doodad on your favorite LOST dvd. And did Paloma ever get into the spirit! We were in Santa Barbara for a physics conference, and before we left I threw some plastic eggs in the suitcase to hide on a whim, just in case we didn't find an egg hunt.
When we got there, I got into the spirit of it and made her a basket full of goodies (that her dad and I ate!). I hid eggs around our hotel courtyard, and she had a ball discovering them. I think we have a new game around here, folks, one that will last the next few weeks at *least*! Woo hoo!
I had to add this. She *loved* this seahorse. I don't know why.