so, the cemetery is kind of a funny place to hunt for easter eggs.....but it's kind of good symbolism.....and it's the only grassy area by our house. So, that's our tradition.
Hazel actually "got it" this year. Last year all she wanted to do is open the eggs and take the tin foil wrapping off of the chocolates.
Charlie had to stay in the car because it was FREEZING! Man, this boston weather is really getting to me.