To those who don't normally celebrate Easter in New York, I'd like to remind you that the fact that everyone is outside without snowsuits on is a big deal.
And the fact that she's sitting in grass and not a mud puddle has probably never happened in the history of NY Easters.
Nana & Papa supplied the Easter baskets, but little did they know that the pink grass would be the best part.
Totally relaxed about the whole situation of forced cuteness. Really though, we just wanted to know what she'd look like one day with hair. And pink is close to red, so it kind of counts.