We live in such a great neighborhood. Each year they have an Easter egg hunt for the kids. They cover the park with Easter eggs and the kids go to town. This was the first year that Emma was really able to participate in the hunt. The kids all lined up and we told to start hunting for eggs at the same time. I explained to Emma that once they said "Go" that she would need to run to get eggs or the other kids would get them first. Emma took off running as fast as her little legs could go. She got a couple of yards and fell down. Not the slight trip kind but the fall straight on your face kind. She started crying and just laid there. I looked ahead and saw all of the other kids scooping up all of the eggs on the lawn. Like the good mother I am, I picked her up and ran her to the front of the pack (hmmm, I wonder how many dirty looks I got from the other parents). She then proceeded to pick up each individual egg that she saw, shake it to see what type of candy might be in it, then look around for another one. She ended up getting just a few eggs but didn't seem to care once she was able to eat the candy inside.
She takes after her mother. I am a HORRIBLE easter egg hunter. My younger brother and sister alway beat me significantly on the easter egg count so much so that I really HATE hunting for easter eggs. Thank goodness I have a daughter and son that can now spend their Easter's hunting for eggs while I have the freedom to eat as much candy as I want without the horror of hunting for colored eggs in the yard.
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Such precious memories. We do an egg hunt every year - even now at 23, 21,20 and 13 they get excited. Of course in addition to candy there was money in some eggs this year :)
Such precious memories. We do an egg hunt every year - even now at 23, 21,20 and 13 they get excited. Of course in addition to candy there was money in some eggs this year :)
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