We’re trying to do more local events. We need to find friends in our town that we can hang out with, plus the kids must get tired of sitting in the car so much when we drive to the Big City.
So on a freezing Saturday morning, we headed out to the local Easter egg hunt. Barb came to watch Ellery so she wouldn’t get infant frostbite, and so we could have a 1:1 child to adult ratio, which is always for the best in events that involve wide open spaces and chocolate.
When we arrived, we were amazed to see plastic eggs as far as the eye could see. Neko even let out an audible gasp. The organizers had smartly sectioned off areas for different age groups, so Tom and Shep went to the 2 and 3-year-old area, while Neko and I headed off to the 4 and 5-year-old section. So, Shep, I apologize that there aren’t any photos of you at the hunt…but there is video of you, which, when I am 53, I will make into a nice video compilation.
When the buzzer signaled the start, pure mayhem ensued. Neko froze and watched as the seasoned professionals began grabbing eggs at lightning speed. I finally got her moving, and she was able to pick up around eight eggs with her heavily mittened hands before, in about 43 seconds, all the eggs were gone. Fortunately, she was too distracted by the Easter Bunny to notice all the kids surrounding her with more eggs than would fill their baskets.
Reunited with Shep and Tom, we headed to the coffee house for cocoa. Neko discovered a Disney chess set, Shep discovered biscotti, and Tom and I discovered a few moments to sip coffee.
Ellery, I promise, next week there will be photos of you. As a fellow third child, this is my vow.