Saturday we met up with our friends to unleash our kids in a pack to experience the thrill of the hunt.
We couldn't even stay to find any eggs. I think he was trying to communicate to us that he had frostbite. Maybe invest in some mittens for me, Mom!
This year he knew what to expect and was ready for some hunting.
He knows those pastel plastic eggs can hold some pretty exciting loot. Like bubbles, which are little more than just plain messy because God forbid he let one of us help him. All he gets are soapy hands out of the business, but he's determined to do it alone! I guess this is what it's like to be two. Determined and uncoordinated.
On a happy note, he was a sweet boy and got some eggs for his sister. I love how he says, "Here you go, Em!" when he hands things to her. And even though you have all realized that Em is her blog nickname, not her full name, that is the nickname he uses for her. To him, she is "Em." It's really pretty darn cute. Oh, and yesterday he told me she was his best friend. Smile.
Em was fairly impressed, although not excited when I took away her Tootsie Rolls. Tootsie Rolls at an Easter Egg hunt? Half these kids don't even have molars! Come on, CCBA, step it up in the candy department. And how about a trash can or two?
When the magic was over (after two minutes), we adults were left standing around wondering what to do next. The playground proved unsuccessful--