Obligatory Easter Egg Hunt

The last few years my friend Sommer has organized an Easter egg hunt the Saturday before Easter.  I knew she was hoping to pass the baton this year, but word didn’t go out from the new organizer until Friday afternoon and I wasn’t motivated enough on Friday to get any stuffed eggs delivered that evening so we decided to bag tradition and skip it.  However, late Friday night I had second thoughts, realizing that it is probably my parental responsibility to ensure my youngest still experience annual Easter egg hunts during there young childhood, I decided to brave the crowded community hunt Saturday morning with hundreds of others.  We’d only done this large hunt our first year here and even though our kids scored lots of candy that year, the quality of candy was so unimpressive we’ve chosen alternative hunts since then.  I’m happy to say the candy has improved and the kids had a great time.

Justin and Carly were in Seattle for Carly’s lacrosse game.  It was great to have Abigail there to help keep track of Katie and Drew as each of the kids were assigned a different area of the field for their age group.

Knowing how crowded the event gets we got there early.  Here are my hunters all ready to go – seriously, can you think of a more beautiful backdrop? 

Drew was especially excited for the hunt to begin.

Too bad the kid had to wait 20 minutes – all the while looking at all those candy filled eggs and not being allowed to touch a single one of them.

Some nice boy handed out donut holes, which Drew promptly ate entirely on his own.

Jason tried to give Drew a little coaching before hand.  It’s not all just fun and games at our house.

The hunt started a little late, as we had to wait for the Easter Bunny to arrive via fire truck.  Drew was hesitant for a nano-second when the lady with the bullhorn finally said “GO!”, but he caught on quickly and got down to egg-collecting business.

Success!

I will say I prefer hunts where there is actually a degree of hunting involved.  It’s a bit disappointing how hunts have gravitated toward just laying out a bunch of eggs in the grass.  It’s more of an egg dash than an egg hunt. 

Katie really wanted to meet the Easter Bunny so we waited in line and had our photo op with the creepy bunny with half his face smashed in.  Seriously, for as much as we pay in homeowner’s dues, you’d think we could hire a bunny in better shape.

We took a couple pictures on the fire truck before heading home (with a short donut detour to George’s Bakery – yum, yum!)