I have a gruesome tradition of putting my babies in Easter baskets. Here it goes:
Baby #2 at four months just barely fit in the basket.
Baby #1 was perfect size at barely two months to prop up in a basket for Easter. But once I looked at this pictures again today, I realized these are the type of pictures my kids will one day look at and ask why? Obviously two months is young enough you can still stuff them in Easter grass. Easter grass has since been banned from my house.
Oh baby #3 is just so darling. He loved taking these pictures, with his mom and dad's full attention while holding bizarre toys. He is covered in spots, he has Infantile Roseola.
Now I will leave you with one last Easter picture. A cell phone pic, in my cousin's apartment, when my oldest was barely 2. Adorable, look at those cheeks!