Another Easter, another batch of eggs. The boys are getting old enough that there were no big spills, no stained hands, not even any big egg breaks. And Wren had a good time trying to bite through the egg shell.
Let's not forget the great hunt! It was a cold day so we snuck outside real quick to find those ovoid treasures.
This was our last Easter in Minnesota. Oh my.
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