So far this the only photo I have. It's what our Easter baskets should have looked like if I had planted the grass soon enough. As it was, for the real Easter day, we had little sweet sprouts of grass. Lovely, but not quite lush.
Also, Augustus says to Frida, every opportunity he has when we are all together as an extended family:
(Frida will walk over to me and crawl into my lap or asked to be picked up)
Augustus: Ree-ta (that's what it sounds like when he says Frida), that not yo mama, there (pointing to Jeanna) yo mama, that not yo mama, that my mama, there yo mama.
And we all commence to crack up.