Easter Egg Hunt!

A local mega church put on a huge Easter egg hunt at a local high school. 75,000 eggs, pony rides, petting zoo, face painting. The sky was the limit! They had the lawn sectioned off by ages, here is Willa trying to duck under the tape early in the 1-2 year old section. 

Willa knew exactly what to do! She had some practice in Utah with a cousin egg hunt, but I think it's probably more due to the fact that she is developmentally right in the middle of the picking up and gathering stage.

No need to sneak in early, there were PLENTY of eggs everywhere. After gathering 41 1/2 eggs, I suggested to Willa that we retire and let some other children gather eggs. We were one of the last children out and Ryan accusatorially asked if we had left eggs for other, slower children. I bade him to look back at the field where a hundred plus eggs still laid there untouched with only two or three children left walking around.

She got quite possessive of her booty and spent some time pulling the eggs out and putting them back in. It was different because all the eggs were empty. There were special "prize" eggs that you could take to a prize booth. Otherwise, once you hunted the eggs you were asked to count them up and turn them back in, and then as you left they handed you a large and well-stocked bag of candy. A little anti-climactic, but perfect for us. Willa had no idea that there was supposed to be anything in the eggs anyway, the fun was in the hunt. Without having to stuff every egg by hand, they were able to have a whole lot more eggs out there. I feel like this could morph into some type of Socialist metaphor, but the synapses in my brain aren't firing presently.

We took advantage of the petting zoo and then headed home because it was getting toasty outside.

As Ryan and I quickly started in on Willa's bag of candy, we decided that she may as well share in the spoils. My smart smart girl sucking on her dum dum.

On an unrelated note, I babysat a little 9 month-old baby the other day. Willa acted very important as she showed her the bubbles and some of her favorite toys. Most hilarious was over-concern whenever the baby spit out her pacifier. Is this an example of baby empathy - Willa knows how sad it is to be without her paci? Whenever the baby would spit it out, she would run over from wherever she was to try to put it back in. She was VERY concerned about it.