Or, as some would call it, the Easter egg hunt. Oh boy! We took our girls to the annual Easter egg hunt in Syracuse. We thought it would be fun. Picture this: We get to the park, find the 2-3 year old area, get a spot, and wait for the fire engine's siren to roar. Before the hunt, the girls were okay. Here are a couple pics:
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So, this was before the Easter egg hunt. They look pretty happy, right? They were okay with the fact that it was only about 35 degrees outside and they had to wear their winter coats. As we were waiting for the fun to begin, things were fairly calm around us. Sound the sirens. Begin complete pandemonium! I kid you not, there were parents running out with their little 2 and 3 year olds, and shoving eggs into their buckets and baskets. I'm sorry, but after only about 3 to 4 minutes of egg hunting, a 2 year old could not completely FILL an entire bucket. I was really annoyed because those parents were taking the fun away from the kids. And for what? A few measly pieces of bubble gum. Duh!
Okay, so we got a few eggs. No big deal. But, by the end, poor Hannah was done. Her hands were so cold that they were hurting her. She was so upset, and we felt so badly for her. Of course, I did take the time to take a picture of her in the car. Poor Hannah.
Oh, and in case any of you were wondering, those are new sunglasses I was wearing. Yay!
Have a Happy Easter, everyone! Happy egg hunting, too. Greg and I have decided to make it up to our girls with our own Easter egg hunt at home.