Every year since Graham was a baby we've participated in our neighborhood egg hunt. Our street is brim-filled with kids, and it's awesome to watch them all grow, and grow, and grow. This year was the first time our own boy got competitive about the whole enterprise; he was quick out at the gate and found his 12 eggs within a few minutes. Afterwards, we hung out with Una and her parents, playing baseball. It's also the first year when we've had real springtime weather; last year we had our winter coats on. This time we wore t-shirts. It was a lovely day.