view of hidden eggs;
I realized while "hiding" them that we have precious few hiding spots
so they're mostly scattered on the ground
I decided this year that I wouldn't bother with those gigantic free-for-all egg hunts put on by churches and boroughs and townships. It's too much pressure, too many people, too much of the Davis-Ross children staring in open-mouthed amazement at all the activity, and too little of the actual egg hunting.
I suspect we're quickly coming to the age where they'll realize they have two or three eggs in their basket while big ol' pushy-shovey has three dozen. Cue the dramatics!
Plus, I'm kind of picky about the treats they're allowed to have. You'd never, ever believe it from reading this blog, but it's true. I mostly talk a good game in both directions (treat avalanche and treat restriction), and, like everything, the truth is in the middle.*
Rather than compete with the big kids at the big hunts, we decided to host our own egg hunt for our own friends. I figured Peter and Lucy would be comfortable in the hunting grounds and their nine other hunting companions, and I knew there'd be no pushy moms egging their kids on to snatch eggs away from one another.**
Also to their advantage: they helped me hide the eggs. All 200 of them! I'm not entirely sure how I ended up with 200 eggs, but I do know I had a bunch in my collection and kept adding a bag or two every time I visited the dollar store.
(In advance of the hunt we made bunny-themed shirts.)
Everyone seemed to have fun while hunting from those who filled their baskets so full they couldn't add another egg to those who had just four little eggs in her basket. (That would be Lucy.)
Since egg hunts take about five minutes, the kids had lots of time left over to eat bunny-themed crackers and chewy snacks and flower fruit-kabobs, race one another down the hill on the many ride-ons, and scream for more pushes on the swing. (That would be Lucy.)
only two boys race here - at one point it was six or seven
there were many pile-ups
but no concussions
(Video link here)
*So, for example, we'll still be going to another playgroup's egg hunt this week, where the eggs are certain to be stuffed with proscribed treats. Yet we'll go because they will have a moonbounce and I need to exhaust these children in advance of Good Friday mass. You win, you lose.
**I'm sure there was much egg-snatching, but there were also no tears, which in the world of preschoolers is the clearest indication that no rights were violated.
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