We knew the Bunny was coming, and we also knew our boys would not have a clue what do to with the eggs Bunny was going to hide all over our backyard. Luckily we live sammiched between two neighborhoods, and each of these neighborhoods were having egg hunts the day before Easter. An excellent opportunity to teach the boys some egg hunting.
So, after a few cranky AM hours, we set off to our park for Hunt #1.
About 15 minutes later, we were done. Hunt # 1 was a large hunt, with lots of kids. Lots. Let's just say we live in a "breeding zone", 'cause there are kids everywhere. They did have the field divided into a few smaller sections for different age ranges, and Cole and Grady both quickly got into picking up eggs and putting them in their baskets. Cole even got another little boy to give 'donate' his eggs into Cole's basket. Thanks, dude!
With that many kids, the hunt was over before we knew it. We did a quick mood assessment and decided everyone was still in good enough spirits to move on to Hunt #2. We learned a long time ago that our plans can never be rigid enough to not include a little 'downtime' should a certainly two somebodies not be in a good mood.
But the chocolate put all in a good mood, and we walked to the other neighborhood. The weather was perfect for outdoor activities, and we all oohed and aaaahed over the GEEN TEEEES & PINKT FLOOOWAHS.
Hard to believe they're so big. When Keith turned the stroller around so I could see the boys and take a picture, my mind flashed back to this day, when we took them on their first walk.
I loved this vine. Anyone know what it is? Clematis is my guess.
And 5 minutes later, we were at our next hunt. This was a much kinder and gentler hunt, with just a few kids, and shockingly enough, they are all well behaved. We had several minutes before the hunt started, so while the parents chatted, the boys grew anxious. They know knew that there was chocolate and candies waiting in those eggs, and they spied a few eggs peeking out of grass patches, and dammit, they were ready!
Grady took advantage of the wait time to stare down his opponents. Don't be taking his eggs, Ms. Harper!
Cole is much more of a nervous wait-er, and was wringing his basket instead.
Then finally everyone was there and ready to hunt. Some [other] parents wanted a group shot of all the kids. Never a good idea. I've never heard a parent of twins or any kids under 3 say "ooooh. We have a major event here where they kids know they can get candy. Let's have them stand next to other kids they hardly know while a dozen or so parents stare at them and take pictures". It just never works out like you think it will. Unless, of course, the picture you were going for is what you see below. Me, trying to get Cole to stand with the other kids, and Grady giving his ever-present glare. I hope this makes some parent's Easter scrapbook extra special.
We finally got the go-ahead to hunt, and Cole squealed and ran. Egg-t-s!!
While his brother went down low, Cole spied something in the tree.
Turns out it was a really cute doggie egg. Cole apparently thinks there is something wrong with these, because he picked up two of them during the hunt, and each time he brought them to me with a look of disgust. He would not put them in his basket. Egg snob.
Dada and Grady scored big in the fufu grass. That first Bandito can shake a leg when he's on the hunt for chocolate. He doesn't add the "t" to the end of egg like his brother does, but Grady does sport a British-like accent and he calls them egg-ah.
With more space to move around and fewer kids, this hunt lasted a good while, and the boys had a blast.
After doing a quick edit of the candy, [really, who puts Jawbreakers in a little kids egg hunt?] several of the families picnicked in the park area.
It was a great start to our Easter weekend. Next up for us was a whole family nap, and if you've been reading this blog, you know what only made the day all the better for me. Tomorrow, we talk about the Bunny's arrival.
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