Aren't Easter Egg Hunts supposed to be on a bright, green, grassy knoll, with butterflies flying around the kids, dressed up in their pastel Easter outfits, searching around flower beds for hidden treasures, that the Easter Bunny has left for them to find? If you live where I do...then not so much.
Instead the Easter Egg Hunt is in a cold, wet, muddy playground, with snow flurries falling down on the kids, dressed up in their snow gear, searching around dirt and playground equipment for hidden eggs filled with frozen candy, they perceive to be left, lovingly, by the Easter Bunny.
Halfway through, it started to lightly snow(snow?YES...I can't wait for winter to be over, and it is for this reason that Easter should never be in March!). By this time we had been there for a little over an hour. A lot of us had small children there and were ready to call it day. Zach had been complaining of being "freezing" and his hands were starting to go numb. The kids were able to hold out just long enough the throw the trash into the dumpster and do the Easter egg hunt the organization hosting the park clean-up had set up for the kids that participated. Zach picked up as many eggs as he could find, took a quick swing with his girlfriend Camden, grabbed a little snack, and headed home to get a hot shower to defrost.
This pictures is from November, Kate was a month old, but isn't it fun to see how much she has grown? What a handsome daddy she has huh?