It's that time of year again. While my wife was at work on Saturday, I took our 4-year-old daughter and our 6-month-old daughter to the annual Easter egg hunt.
I use the term 'hunt' very loosely. This is basically a giant field with the crowd gathered in a big circle around the perimeter of the mine field, er, egg field.
We wait for the giant fire engine to honk its horn, and.......
HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!
Free for all! The crowd converges on the eggs! We pick up 6 eggs and stuff them into the plastic grocery bag that I remembered to bring this year (hey, it's not a fancy Easter basket but it works).
Just like that, it's over. 60 seconds flat. Now, the real fun begins.
The Easter Bunny comes riding up on a big fire engine, basically scaring the crap out of the 4-year-0ld. She is pretty much done at this point. We run away from the Easter Bunny, head over to the prize table and get her little $1.99 stuffed bunny that she got for collecting a 'golden egg'.
My arm suddenly feels surprising warm. I realize that the 6-month-old has spit up on my left arm. Good times.
We sit on the curb for five minutes eating Reese's Peanut Butter cups and chocolate eggs.
"Daddy, can we pleeeeease go home now?"
Total time elapsed = 30 minutes.
Hey, this is my kind of family outing!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Attack of the Easter Monster
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4 comments:
Good times, good times. You know it's not fun until the baby spits up on you. It's like a law or something.
lol so true. Soooo true. Whatever happened to Easter egg hunts of old taking a bit? I mean, sure, having it be over quickly is cool at times when there's more to be done, but when the kids are older, they ask 'what's next' and there isn't anything else, you're stuck. STUCK. "uhh...." Yeah. Fun times. Only not.
I really, really am so glad my kids are past this point now! :)
Yes, you remembered the grocery bag. But did you remember the camera? ;)
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