Saturday, we took Dylan to his second "official" Easter egg hunt. Luckily, this time it was about 52 degrees. Not exactly my idea of spring-like weather, but after the previous egg hunt, we weren't complaining.
This one involved a hayride to the egg hunt area. This time he had to actually (sort of) hunt for the eggs, in piles of hay.
He was all kinds of brave, waving to the Easter bunny as we approached on the hayride, but when we wanted him to get close enough for a picture...
He liked holding a real bunny, though. He couldn't quite reach the baby lamb, but he "talked" to her anyway ("BAAA!")
After our return trip on the hayride, he got his basket, colored a picture, got a bunny painted on his hand, got a balloon, and posed in the tractor.
I was telling Jim that the best thing about this age is that he doesn't really care what is in the eggs. Things aren't done for the end result. They are done for the experience. The joy is in the experience for him. I guess that is why I squeezed every little drop out of the Easter experience this year. I love TWO.
7 comments:
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I his defense, the bunny is pretty freaky!
Aaww! he is so dang cute. That bunny is kind of creepy.
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I love those photos!
Do they have matching coats? Love it!
And that Easter Bunny was creepy looking.
Yeah for the redeaming qualities of 2! They are sometimes few and far between, but boy do they make it worth it!
Three is pretty spectacular, too. You'll see.
And, that Easter Bunny? Scares the crap out of me. *shudder* Glad we missed it!
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