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Easter

Celebrating Easter with Aaron for the first time was wonderful. Money is a little tight, and Aaron won’t remember, so I didn’t get Aaron a full on Easter basket, instead I got him these cute eggs. I was super wish washy in the store on whether to get them or not because I wasn’t sure if Aaron would like them. Oh, he loves them. He loves to whack them everywhere and eat the shells and I’m so glad. I think when he’s older I’d like to do the Easter bunny on Saturday, that way Sunday can be focused solely on the Savior. We’ll see how that goes since everything I plan doesn’t happen haha!

I got Aaron some bunny ears and he hated them.
 
It looks like he's smiling in this one, but it was just between screams. 
On Easter Sunday we went to a friend’s baby blessing in a different ward. It’s in the building my parents go to, so my mom came and sat with us. Aaron is getting more independent and wanted to sit up by himself, so he sat next to my mom the whole time. It was a wonderful sacrament meeting that focused on the hope that the Savior, the atonement, and His resurrection can bring us. I’m so thankful for all that He’s done for me and my family so that we have the opportunity to be together forever. 
Aaron was napping but woke up just in time to get some family pictures and touch a tree.
After church we sat in bed as a family and read all about the week leading up to the Savior’s resurrection. Then we went to Sammy’s parents for brunch. I brought Aaron’s high chair and tried to let him eat mashed potatoes with us, but he didn’t like them. Instead he wanted to play with my knife which obviously I didn’t let him. Sammy later gave him a few tastes of apple pie filling and he loved that.

He matched shirts with his uncle. They got him a full on Easter basket complete with light up eggs. 
It was a beautiful Easter Sunday celebrating with family. 

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