My daughters and I braved the chill in the air and attended our first ever outdoor Easter egg hunt. A beautiful sunny day that warmed up enough to be outside for a minimal length of time. My husband's mom, Nana, invited us to her neighborhood for an egg hunt.
As we drove across town, I talked with the girls about where we were going -- the school where Daddy went when we was little, and about the hunt for eggs to put in their bunny baskets.
"How many eggs do you think you will find?" I questioned the girls.
"I don't know," P. responded.
"Well, let's try to find at least five," not really knowing how many kids would be there and how many eggs would be available.
We arrived at the Easter egg hunt location to see a handful of participants and hundreds of brightly colored plastic Easter eggs scattered about the playground.
"Well, I'm thinking we can go for at least ten eggs girls. Okay? Let's find ten."
|P. with her full basket|
in her movie star glasses.
|M. searching for the candy.|
As I counted and recounted exactly how many more eggs she could gather, M. continued on her mission. She started opening the eggs, taking out the candy, and proceeded to drop the empty, opened eggs. (I guess this was one way around my "number of eggs" rule.)
My almost-three year olds, who rarely-almost never get candy, knew that candy was good and wanted in mass quantity. All in all, it was an adventure to watch the spirit and smarts of my two girls come alive and accomplish the task in two different ways.