I am completely impressed by the vast numbers of easter egg hunts being held in my area. There are two within 4 year old walking distance of our house alone. But in spite of the variety of options available to us, this year we will be doing our own little easter egg hunt in the back yard instead.
We went to an easter egg hunt last year at a neighbourhood park. It was the definition of toddler sized insanity and chaos. You can read about the fiasco here. We may brave another public hunt one day, but the memory is still too fresh.
I’m actually looking forward to it this year. It will be perfect. I can see it now. The sun will be shining and warm. Our little girl will be wearing a little white dress with ribbons and shiny new shoes. Our son will don a mini tuxedo, complete with bow-tie and a top hat. Their handwoven baskets will also be strewn with ribbons. They will wander through the back yard, delighted with each egg they find. They will share their treasures. Mommy and daddy will be lounging on lawn chairs on the deck, steaming coffee in hand, listening to the angelic laughter of our sweet children.
Who am I kidding. It will be nothing like that.
The kids, still with bed-head hair, wearing breakfast stained clothes will be wearing their runners on the wrong feet. They will scream (hopefully happily), jostle each other, trip over one another trying to find their eggs first. Someone will end up wailing at some point. Our son will take a short break to pee on the rooster garden statue (we know better than to hide an egg in that part of the flower garden). Mommy and daddy will still be drinking steaming hot coffee on the deck, enjoying the shrieks of our rambunctious children. And also yelling at them when they whine about not being able to find all the eggs.
Happy easter everyone!