Dying Easter eggs. Poor Miles didn’t get to partake in the festivities this year. A nap was more important that day. Maybe next year!
Easter morning. Cah-razy hair! Admittedly, miles still has his boo. He’ll probably have it until he’s 15. I’m okay with that. He’s destined to have to wear braces anyway. Oh, that boo makes him so happy. (And us too!)
Hunting eggs.