Our neighborhood Easter egg hunt has been a tradition for Noah and Anna since we moved here. We were looking forward to it today which is why it was so upsetting when it ended poorly. Before the hunt, we were all smiles. :)
But after the hunt, we were all tears. Well, Noah was all tears at least. Poor thing got spooked by all the hustle, rush, and chaos of hunting with the 5-9 year olds and froze on the spot, clinging to my leg, crying for Daddy who was over at the 2-4 hunt with Anna. I tried to salvage what time we had left by holding his hand and hunting with Noah, but by then there were NO eggs to be found. Noah was upset (naturally) and I was more than irritated with the situation. Anna had at least recovered six eggs and really couldn't have cared less.
We told Noah to forget that joke of a hunt - that we'd go home and have our own egg hunt. While they napped, we hid eggs all over the back yard. And these eggs were much more appealing for the kids because some of them had cash. Chewie had to be chased after he started grabbing eggs and eating the candy in them, which was a funny turn of events.
The tears from the neighborhood egg hunt were forgotten just like that. Thank goodness!
Looking forward to finding more Easter goodies tomorrow morning from a certain Bunny!
3 comments:
Happy Easter Nashville Browns!
Well glad it all worked out for the good :) If I was a kid...I'd be sad if i didn't get any eggs too!
Thanks, Amy! Same to y'all!
I agree, Emily. It's just plain tacky to not have MORE then enough eggs for an Easter Egg Hunt. :(
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