When I saw this basket a couple of months ago, I snatched it up, thinking it would be just perfect for my baby girl. I did not anticipate two things: that she would be born early instead of late, and that she would be my fastest growing baby. She barely fit in the basket yesterday.This cheesy tradition that started with a spur-of-the-moment photo shoot when Colin was 18 days old, has become much more than that for me. Every Easter when we pull out those baskets, I coo to the kids, "Ooooh, I can't believe you used to fit in that basket!!!" It makes me gooey with nostalgic love and I am reminded how precious they all are to me, and how quickly time passes.
Pictures of the other kids in their baskets here.