This year was Evalie's first Easter in the US because last year we were in Nigeria and although we had a lovely lunch with my family, we didn't do the traditional egg hunt. I used to color the actual hard boiled eggs with Arielle but could never get passed ending up with tons of eggs with color bleeding into them..what do you do with them? No one would eat them..anyway and I kind of don't lone the cheap plastic eggs..unfortunately I'm yet to find another option. So this year ( after a long, long long winter!) the sun came out and we got ready to hunt. We joined my nieces and and a few friend (and hundreds of other kids to my surprise) at the Stoney Point egg hunt.
Of course as soon as they saw eggs they went running into the field to get them without realizing the swell of kids behind the line just waiting to here "go"...I didn't realize what was to come. I figures a leisurely walk while picking eggs along the way..I WAS WRONG.
Eventually, the crowds scattered and the kids got to play in the grass and and in a bouncy pen. I especially like this odd couple. Evalie (1.5 years) and my niece (11 years) have quite a friendship, its very cute.
Once they cut the line, the kids came flying towards us and within minutes, there wasn't an egg left on the grass. I immediately grabbed Evalie's hand because the kids wouldn't even stop long enough to avoid knocking her over. The kids were strategic and rough, it was like being in the midst of a football game. Surveying the baskets, both Evalie and Arielle barely had gotten anything and began to get upset but obviously, the organizers of this event anticipated this occurrence and came around with bags full of additional eggs dropping them right in front of the kids so they could pick them up without having to dodge..13 year old boys..who by the way should really not have been participating..
