Had a great weekend with my boys. Yesterday, we went to an Easter Egg Hunt at Sean's school, and this year Evan could actually hunt. After about 3 or 4 eggs, however, he was over it. Sean was off into the middle of the field scooping up eggs as quickly as he could.... Evan and I just admired the few eggs he collected. And once he discovered the candy in the middle of the eggs, all he wanted to do was carry that around (thankfully he didn't know it was candy so he just carried it like a toy).
After the hunt, it was time to meet the Easter Bunny. It was like Santa's Lap Part Deux as far as Evan was concerned. But....
... at least he didn't cry:
Then last night after Evan went to bed, Sean & I colored eggs on the kitchen floor. We experienced one casualty when an egg fell off the little egg thingy (what the heck is that thingy called, anyway?). I won't name any names as to who dropped the egg, but let's just say it was not Sean (!). He actually did fantastic, moving the eggs from cup to cup extremely smoothly.
I didn't hide the eggs. They're in the fridge. Betcha can't guess what I'm having for lunch tomorrow.
Happy Easter!!!
