We are on day 1.5 of our summerly Utah pilgrimage. Already posting sweet pics of egg hunting and jet lagging at neighbor Liz’s house. 

The egg shells were really really soft so we cracked two out of four.

Nanny teaching Della how to hold a flower with her nose.

Liz’s house is really charming.

Della doesn’t like raspberries but George does.

Sleepy, sleepy.

That’s okay, Della. That’s why we are here.