Very J-Crew, the lad is. You could hit a ballgame or go sailing in that outfit. You'll notice that pink blur in the background. That would be an Elle fueled by half of a Hershey Bar. And not one of those small ones. Here she is in a rare moment of stillness:
How awesome is that? I think this should be the standard for Easter outfits. Elle rocks the punk look like no one else. She makes Patti Smith look like a flower girl. And that blue blur is Davey after a couple of handfuls of Swedish Fish. That I was able to get still photos of these guys is a miracle of Cana-esque proportions.
The Easter repast was excellent, as always. We filled up on good food and good times. Then we headed back in the late afternoon. Once there, Elle discovered she had a box of pink Peeps in her basket from the morning.
Now, you may remember that in a previous post I called her "my little Cossack." Well, I should have been thinker bigger. Like Catherine the Great. I'm guessing that these Peeps displeased Elle is some fashion...
I don't blame her. It's like a muffin; all the flavor is concentrated in the top.
All in all, a good day. She got cranky once or twice and she was quite tired at day's end (which is a constant thing now). But she has been so good these past few days. She has her vincristine later today. Hopefully that won't wipe her out too much, though she may be a bit crankier tomorrow.