Evolution of An Easter Eggstravaganza

Can I just say before we begin that I love what people are doing with the whole "eggstravaganza" thing? Silly word play just makes me happy.

This Saturday our neighborhood held its annual Easter celebration, and while we missed the fun last year while attending the city's eggstravaganza (there it is again), we were ready to partake in some hunt action closer to home. I'm so glad we did because it was a definite winner! A friend in our women's group organized and executed such a great family day, and I am so thankful for her vision and dedication. This post is picture heavy. Just warning ya!

First things first. The hunt.
The Sheriff was at the cut off line for the first group so he had to practice his patience, and wow, Momma was impressed.

Can you find a blue one? Can you find a pink one? Can you find a white one? (You get the idea. Distract...distract...distract...from the fact that he is indeed currently not allowed to do the one thing his parents promised him we'd do when we got there.)

Momma nervously looks at the "egg-hunt coordinator" for a pity admission.

 Well, we're still here, so let's pose for Daddy. And by let's, I mean one of us.

I'll make silly faces at the camera as you pry my fingers off. Good plan.

But finally...

We're off! 

I'll take this one.

 Check it out Momma. There's something inside.

And that was that. I was pretty impressed that he didn't mind leaving the egg hunt area. I think this little lady helped a bit. Say hello to W's neighborhood bestie:

We can't wait to show them the next one when they are going to prom together. Well, several proms. She's an older woman! 

Either that or they'll end up like brother and sister or a Joey and Dawson.  Regardless, be still my heart!

We made our way to the bounce house and W dared to enter the big kid zone while Ella aborted the idea last minute. He had fun making his way across the thing like this until a big kid got the best of him and he made his exit in the arms of the teenage volunteer manning the air-filled accident waiting to happen to all-too-brave toddlers.

 But in typical Sheriff fashion, he found bubbles. Who cares if I had to sign up for a lifelong paper mess of an investment firm mailing to get my business?

At the end of the day (ok, just the hour) we had a toddler willing to sit next to a blow up bunny long enough for Daddy to snap a few shots of his go-to crinkled forehead face. Cheers!