Guess how often I wish I could go back in time to dig through the trash?

Last year I bought three really cute Easter baskets: one blue, one pink, and one green. I thought I would probably have three kids someday and hopefully at least one would be a girl. This way I would never have to buy another Easter basket, but they could still be all matchy someday.

This week I’ve been so excited about getting out the blue and pink baskets this Easter. But today I searched everywhere before remembering that I threw the baskets away when we moved. So now it’s almost 10:00 on the night before Easter and Ben is at Wal-Mart sending me hideous pictures like this one from his phone: