This weekend was a blur of pastel eggs, sugar comas, and a carpet buried under endless strands of cellophane. In other words, Easter was here! Our Easter weekend was quite busy, but a good time was had by all (except my vacuum, that hates cellophane. Or my cat, that loves cellophane. Eating it. Then vomiting it up. But that’s another story…) We usually try to split holidays between both sides of the family, resulting in two separate outings. Double the fun… and double the candy. Double the chocolate-smeared clothing, the tantrums over hidden eggs, and the sugar-shock wild bedtime shenanigans. And the Easter clothes- oh, those precious little outfits. You…