Eye candy, little bunnies, and hot chicks make me happy in the Spring.  This has no relevance to Playboy bunnies.  Not that kind of eye candy or chick.  This kind…

Let me be clear here, these bunnies are for decorating only. Unless they are from a trusted source, these cute little bunnies are LOADED with chemicals.  Don’t eat them.  Trust me.  OK, reality.  It is once a year.  Go ahead, but just the ears.  Prepare for the sugar hangover.   No, it has nothing to do with the mimosas.  It is from the chocolate ears;)

Did the term “hot chick” originate from the irresistibility of baby chicks?  It must have, right?

These little chicks have been around for years.  We used to find them in the bushes outside when my first born would set them free.  

These orchids are from my windows, and the bunnies were made by my grandma, years ago.  They are hiding in lots of planters around the house.  My littlest helps me to put them in the centerpieces every Easter, and he plays with them daily.  I am not normally a fan of chachki, but these bunnies give me warm and fuzzies because of who made them.

We are visiting my parent’s natural nest this Easter.  I am always happy here, because basically anything I can do, my mom can do better.  My husband always asks, “Who copies who?”  Honestly, I don’t think we copy each other.  Our taste is so similar that most of the time it blends, with the exception of fashion.  Fashion, not so much.  My Mama and I have BIG fun with all our little DIYs, Pinterest fails, renovations, rearranging, shopping and shenanigans.  Our shopping trip yesterday for a few things ended in a phone call from my Dad, asking where we were.  My response was, “So, um, you may need to meet us with a UHAUL.  I am kind of serious.”

My husband does a great job of taking the boys to pick out flowers every holiday.  They came home with these for me and their MiMi today.  They do an amazing job with no help from their Daddy every time.

The pictures above are from my nest as well as my parents.   Let me keep it real here, I don’t really love the EASTER TREE below.  This is pretty much because I don’t like anything FAKE but FUR, and this tree is a phony. My older son (the one who is destined to be a lawyer),  conned me into this “tradition” of the Easter tree.  I do it for the kids.  Little ones really like it.  I keep the tradition going in the dining room…where no one goes. Ever.

I will share some of my Mama’s scores from our shopping excursion, and the most amazing DIY lotion potion ever later this week.  There may or may not be some earless bunnies too. Stay tuned!  Happy Easter!