We have done massive amounts of hunting this year. Egg hunting. Three egg hunts in one weekend=Crazy fun! DH and I don't like the public egg hunts. Every year they get a bit more insane. Parents running around and taking over and making it hard for all of the kids. It's nuts. I don't like them and my kids will probably never go to one. Good thing they have fun grandparents who adore them and make it a fun and QUIET (sort of) tradition.
We had our very own Easter Bunny at our house this year. Complete with bunny slippers. Awwwww!!!
My sister lives on what could be called a farm. If you count a pasture and two goats and a dog that climbs trees a farm. Anyways, it is clear out in the middle of nowhere, and my kids LOVE it. She has climbing trees, a spiral staircase, those goats and a doggie door that they can fit through. They think it is great fun to go in and out of the house that way. I just can't think about it. My mom and sister set up this egg hunt and a gianormous Easter BBQ (thanks ladies). This little Monkey doesn't like the grass. So her mom held her. She just threw the eggs this year anyways. Next year will be different I am sure.
Finally I was able to pry the kids from the dog door and we came home to dye eggs.
We had our token melt down. It just isn't a holiday without one. She gets it from her mother. She was sad because she didn't get five eggs. Count in that basket please. Tell her that there are nine eggs. I tried. She wouldn't listen to me.
All of the little girl cousins that participate in the egg hunt. You know that song "Little Girls" that Mrs. Hannigin sings in "Annie". It kept running through my head.
Awww. Sweet Spunky was the only one that would share her spoils from the egg hunt with her grandma.