The Hunt

Don't you just love Easter? I told Woodson the other day that it was one of the "major" holidays and he immediately said "No, it's not! You don't even get work off for it!" That's when I had to remind him that Easter is always on a Sunday! I still don't think he has the same fondness for it that I do but it's either growing on him or he just knows me well because he hid eggs for me to find without me even asking this year! I will admit I HAVE to have the "who can hide the eggs better" contest with him each year! (P.S., I am UNSTOPPABLE! I consider myself the winner every year!)

I also love all the hoopla for the kids! The day before Easter we went over to Grandma and Grandpa Dean's neighborhood for their neighborhood Easter egg hunt. It has always been and continues to be a hit! Here it is:

Waiting with Grandpa Dean.

A little hot chocolate to get Matthew revved up for the running!

Empty baskets. . .

When is it going to start?

Confident in his abilities to collect a TON of eggs! He told me afterwards that he had been "wise" in his hunting and not "foolish" with reference to the fact that he chose lots of eggs that had "monies" (nickels) in them! I don't know how he knew this before he opened them. . .maybe he was out there shaking the eggs before he decided they were worthy of his basket!

And they're off!

Smart girl. Have dad hold your basket while you run gather eggs, deposit them, and go back for more. Someone else to do the heavy lifting.

Happy kids.

Doughnuts afterwards. Can you have too much sugar?

Posing with Grandpa and Dad.

Examining the loot.