No More Egg Hunts - Pleeeeease

How many Easter Egg hunts can you cram into one Easter??  This year the kids had FOUR.  Yep... that's a lot of plastic eggs and a whole lot of candy.  Reese acted like each hunt was her first, running and cramming as many eggs in her basket as she could.  Tucker started off that way... but was completely over the whole thing by the last hunt at my parents house on Sunday.  It didn't matter that the little eggs were filled with money... he just wanted to go swimming. 

Brian and Jen started them off with a surprise hunt in their backyard last weekend.  So thoughtful... and the kids loved all their treats! 

On Saturday, we took the kids to our Church's annual Pancake Breakfast and Easter Egg Hunt.  It shouldn't really be called a hunt, because there are literally thousands of eggs just thrown all over the yard, football field, etc.  The kids had no problems filling their baskets and didn't need the pep talk that Chris gave them on the way to the hunt: Okay guys, you have to work together now.  Tucker, be sure you set screens for Reese. Can you imagine how pre-game talks will go? 

They both hit the jackpot... not sure what we'll do with all the candy.  We still have some left from Halloween. 

Caden and Emma anxiously awaited their hunt.  They are pros by now and both found "prize eggs."  They'll have to teach Reese and Tucker their strategy for next year. 

We wrapped up our egg hunting this year at Grandma and Grandpa's on Sunday.  More eggs... more candy... more treats from everyone. 

This is where the boycott began.  We were cheering him on, encouraging him to go get more eggs and he just collapsed on the ground.  No tears or anything... just a silent protest that made it clear to us that he was officially over the whole egg hunting thing. 

He perked up when he found a package of jelly beans on the ground. That's what we should do next year... forget the eggs and just throw candy all over the yard. 

Reese was on a mission and enjoyed every minute of every egg hunt they went on.  As you can see in this picture... her basket is full while Tucker's is pretty much empty. 

I think we're all officially eggxausted.  And Reese is 6 dollars richer thanks to the dollar bills neatly stashed in some of her eggs.  That had Grandpa written all over it.



I'm happy to report that when we ask Reese and Tucker what Easter is all about, they reply "Jesus... he died on the cross and rosed up the grave."  See... we're not doing a completely terrible job of parenting.