On Saturday we went to an egg hunt at Montgomery Park and the boys got to wear their rain boots! The hunt was divided into age categories, and we headed down to the 1-3 year olds. All the kids there seemed to be itty-bitty, so we decided the boys could handle the 4-6 year olds. It was put on by the Kiwanis Club and the man on the mike (who was thoroughly enjoying himself) let the kids know they could begin.
The boys jumped over the rope line and ran down the hill (it's kind of hard to tell, but there are a lot of eggs down there). There weren't different times for the ages, just different sections and it wasn't 15 seconds later and Lou and Ben were bombarded by the older kids wanting eggs.
Before you knew it, the hunt was over and I think the boys were a little shell-shocked. The tons of eggs that were around them were picked up by kids twice their size and this is what they were left with:
Ben had four (yellow!) eggs and Lou didn't do too badly, proving that with a week shy of his fourth birthday he belonged in this division. Kevin and I thought it was a good experience for them. None of this overly-nice egg "seeing"--because there is no hunt involved--with the 1-3 year olds. A good thing about not being in the younger group, almost all the eggs were to be traded in for stuffed bunnies and we really don't need more stuffed animals!
Poor Charlie! It was so cold out there and all he could do was sit there and watch.
Easter morning the Easter bunny left some very un-rabbit looking tracks. Lou and Ben couldn't have been any more excited.
Up and at 'em before 8 o'clock and Daddy and Mommy were up too late the night before.
Lou counting his winnings ("...eweven, twewve, firteen, furteen, eighteen, fifteen!")
After 11 o'clock mass we had brunch at Grandma and Grandpa R's followed by yet another Easter Egg Hunt! The uncles did a good job of camouflaging the eggs with the landscape.
With the fourth egg hunt of the weekend, the boys had definitely improved their skills. This one at Aunt Robin's even had money in the eggs! Ben was ready to throw away the dollar he found, but boy! don't you touch his pennies and nickels!
Uncle Hog helping the boys crack open the eggs and put the loot in special bags.