Egg Hunt

Yah.  We had a great time at our egg hunt....  (really... I could get a lot of use out of a sarcasm font)

It was a beautiful sunny day and Poozie and I walked hand in hand giggling about the Easter Bunny and the excitement of soon finding candy filled eggs.  We arrived a the park and stood behind the rope admiring all the pretty colors and deciding which magical egg she wanted to pick up first.  Her cute little eyes saw a sparkly purple egg off in the distance, "That one Mommy.  I just want to get one egg ...the purple sparkly one."  

The countdown ends and off she goes skipping towards it; blonde hair bouncing in the sunlight, her pink Easter basket swinging alongside her purple tu-tu.  Cue scary music...  A psycho mother and son team come tearing in from the side; I watch in horror as they grab the sparkly egg and run off to terrorize other cute little girls.  Egg hunt was over.  ....sigh.   Turns out the sparkly eggs have a prize inside...  Super.  

Andrea stood there for the duration of the egg hunt.  I tried to help her get other purple eggs, but they weren't sparkly enough.  She got zero eggs.... because she is the most stubborn four year old I know.  (No comments please mom.)   :)

Like a good mother, I have a back up egg hunt scheduled ...so off we skip to another egg hunt.  Poozie functioned much better although I did have to pick her up and "save her" as the eggs became scarce and the kids a little more frantic.

Later that night we did a flashlight egg hunt at our house with a couple other families.  Very cute and it will be our new tradition.  Public eggs hunts are more of an "egg grab" as Scotty says.  Even with the flashlight hunt Sierra was willing to look and it took way longer to find eggs just tossed on the ground.  I figure with a couple acres I could amuse them for a long time in the dark.  :)

Micheala was still too cool to hunt for eggs.  I even tried to bribe her with $5.00 in one.  I should have none $5 can't get you much these days...  Oh well.  She did get upgraded to stuffing eggs though...

...and then there was the Easter Bunny's Egg Hunt.  He hid them in the house and outside too.  Except Sierra saw some outside and thought they were ones we didn't find in the flashlight egg hunt... so she collected them all.  And then re-hid them.

We survived Easter.  It was our SECOND Easter in the States marking our one year anniversary of being in the States for an entire year!!  I don't miss Germany, not one little bit, which seems mean, but I'm an American and I like American things.  :)    ....and Canadian things too I guess.  HA!