The next phase of Easter was spending the weekend in Sacramento with Steve's family. We had an egg hunt in the backyard . . .
Ivy swiped baby Layla's basket. She marched around the yard pretty proud of herself with those two.
Sophie's the oldest of the grandkids so all of the eggs were in plain sight. (Most just thrown onto the lawn, partially hidden in the long grass.) After Steve helped Ivy find a couple of eggs, she spotted the orange tree (covered in oranges), hurried over and tried to pull oranges off. She probably thought she hit the jackpot.
No Easter egg hunt is complete without pink polka dot Hello Kitty rainboots. She loves those things.
From left: Aunt Jeannie, Great-Grandma Perry, Grandpa and Grandma Perry, and the four grandkids.