I'm In Love With Baskets

I love baskets. Everything about them. I love how they look. I love how they feel. I love filling them up with fun gifts for people. When Hubby and I were dating and used to try to stay up way too late to be together, one night we both fell asleep watching a movie and cuddling. In my half-asleep dreaminess I said, "This is nice. You remind me of a Longaberger basket." As soon as I said it I woke up. Oops. I think what I meant is that he made me feel comfortable and like I was at home with him. I guess I was falling in love.

This year the girls' baskets contained makeup (because I haven't learned my lesson yet), Easter tissues (appropriate since they've had colds for 2 weeks now),

Pez candy, bubble gum eggs, princess eggs, Tinkerbell panties, and magnetic doodle pads.

Little Buddy's has an array of wonderful baby items. Oh, wait. On futher inspection, it seems his has only sippy cups. Don't knock it. I mean, what baby wouldn't be totally excited to drink his delicious vanilla soy milk out of a brand new sippy??? At least it makes up for in cuteness what it's lacking in content.