We drive up the hill and Joe jumps out to hide eggs, while I take a quick detour helping to build the suspense.
Not having a yard has forced us to become creative. We love this view and there is the perfect sized garden perched on the corner.
They searched high and low
far and wide
up and down
over and under
Henry was the big brother who helped Olivine.
She willingly reached behind flowers, so excited at each colorful egg her eyes could find.
I do like to day dream about other places, as they get older, that would be fun for an egg hunt. For now, this is more than we could ask for.
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