Easter Egg Hunt

This Easter was seriously the warmest, most pleasant Easter weather that I can remember for my whole entire life, except for maybe that one Easter in college when I traveled to Nebraska when with Dr. Peds’ family before we were engaged, but I don’t really count that because Nebraska is not really in the northern climate zone. The temperatures were in the sixties. The sunshine was bright. The sky was a brilliant blue. The breeze was light. In the morning we watched church on the computer (we haven’t started attending in person again yet, but the plan is to begin in a few weeks). There was a small scavenger hunt for Easter baskets. Dr. Peds cooked roast and mashed potatoes, and the kidlets and I lazed around chatting. In the afternoon I read a poetry book on the deck in the sunshine while wearing my snazzy red polka dotted cat eye sunglasses and doused in a heavy layer of sunscreen. Dr. Peds napped.

In the late afternoon we had our traditional Easter Egg hunt outside in the yard. I always fill the eggs with interesting things: “coupons” for lovely things, (or maybe not-so-lovely things) spare change, a few dollar bills, etc. Of course there are always a few rotten eggs as well, just to make things interesting. (This year they were filled with vaseline, toothpaste, and Mane and Tail horse conditioner, which for some reason my teenagers think is the bee’s knees of hair products . . . no joke). Dr. Peds hid the eggs in all number of tricky places, and when he gave the signal, they were off like crazy bandits, chasing around the yard.

I don’t really know why this kidlet is using his sister’s lunch box as a receptacle for his Easter eggs. But at least he had a container to collect eggs. His younger brother kept trying to stuff the eggs in his pocket, but the eggs kept rolling out and collected by his older siblings until at the very end he finally gave up and went and got his Easter basket to hold the eggs like a sensible person.

Finding the eggs actually took a good chunk of time. Dr. Peds knows how to hide things.

Eventually all the eggs were located except one, and everyone sat down at the table on the deck to start opening up the treasures and trade coupons.

Someone was not excited about the egg that was filled with a roll of dental floss that lost it’s container and has been floating around the upstairs bathroom for weeks. In fact, he unfortunately got a lot of “rotten eggs” this go around.

We Facetimed YaYa so should be a part of the excitement and bickering. She could see us, but we couldn’t see her because her camera was broken.

Eventually Dr. Peds located the last egg that had been missing, and when he opened it up and it ended up being the most valuable coupon of all: “Pick your very own place to stop for a bathroom break on a long car trip.” I’m rather notorious for avoiding stopping for bathroom breaks on long car trips when the van is full of kidlets. I hate stopping. I always say, “You can make it just a little longer,” and truly they can, but they always get worked up into a frenzy over it.

After all the coupons were opened, the trading opened and there was a frenzy of bargaining and bickering for the next eight minutes until I certified all the coupons with my initials.

It was a fun day.