Spring means one thing. EGG HUNT! I start looking for dates that will work starting in Feb. We used to do it Easter weekend, but that is too hard for a lot of folks. In reality, this egg hunt has nothing to do with Easter, so I feel better about it when there is a little distance between it and the celebration of the most important event in Christianity. I don't want the littles to get the wrong idea.
Meg had trouble finding a basket that she liked for Helena. She saw one on Etsy but it was $55 + shipping and it wasn't going to get here in time for our hunt. I took a look at it and said, "I can make that, how hard can it be?" She wanted a smaller one anyway and I had tons of fabric. After making it, I liked it so much, I make a dress and a bow to match. She was precious, and I'm not just saying that because I have to. Take a look. BTW, It was a little harder than it looked but not too terribly much. I used this tutorial. If you get a chance, take a look. Doesn't it kinda remind you of that old Saturday Night Live skit? I had a hard time watching without laughing. 
New neighbors, new babies, new friends mixed with the old made for a lively time. We started at 4:30 with the little hunt. Just a few years ago, our youngest hunter was 7 and we let him hunt with the adults, giving him a 3 minute head start. This year we had 7 toddler/babies! So cute! As cute as the little hunt is, the adult hunt is intense. After the littles' hunt, we send everyone in so K and I can hide the eggs. Several hundred eggs filled with hundreds of dollars, candy, lottery tickets and stuff. We hide them in front and back yards of several houses, both sides of the street and in/on the cars parked between. It takes about 30 minutes to hide them all.
You can judge a lot about a person's character by the way they approach an egg hunt. While we were letting the younger kids and ladies go first out the front door, some scalawags (cough... Drew...cough, cough) headed out the back to beat the crowd. When the running of the bulls commences, you need to stand back. It's not for the faint of heart. We even have designated sitters for the babies (my parents) who keep them safe in the family room, away from the craziness.
After hunting, we roasted weenies and spent the rest of the day eating and visiting. Another great hunt in the books.
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