Then it was time for the third and largest Easter egg hunt of the day. At the Swarr de la Senior household, egg hunts are do or die. Good thing for lil man I'm not allowed on the hunting grounds anymore or there'd be elbows and tears abound. But we're training him up real good. Starting out with an empty basket, the lil man does not look too happy...
Then he finds a few and things are looking a little more promising...maybe around this tree.
They're supposed to be around here somewhere...maybe by the shed. Or down this way...ooo look!
To the victor go the spoils...
And a huge sense of satisfaction.
They're supposed to be around here somewhere...maybe by the shed. Or down this way...ooo look!
To the victor go the spoils...
And a huge sense of satisfaction.
3 comments:
How I remember the plastic Weis bags you and Gabe used to find YOUR Easter Eggs. (This, of course, was in later years...you were 16?!)
Great fun!!!
xoxoxox
Mom
yeah...we used to get rocks and dirt in our eggs...now Declan gets coins...I see how we rate. ;)
rocks? coins? we got one little piece of bread and if we said anything else but thank you we got locked in the trunk in the shed. oh i guess declan was "Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!" when hunting them up.
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