Who knew you'd have to teach a kid about hunting for eggs. I'm not sure why I thought it was an innate thing. Anyways, there was a small egg hunt at my mom's house this year for Timmy, Lily and Bella.
Timmy loved it. He ran around like the eggs were being sucked into the ground. Found one, got one, here's one. He had already been to a 'serious' egg hunt with his family and wanted to win this one.

Bella got into it too. She caught us hiding the eggs. She had fun picking them up and putting them into the bucket. She carried that heavy thing around all by herself. Tom and Uncle Ryan helped her a lot, 'now get this one honey.'

Lily, well in Lily-style, did the egg hunt Lily's way. She saw the eggs and gave this look like she had discovered something no one else saw. But eventually she started digging in the dirt and thought rocks were just as fabulous as eggs.


Easter fell on Lily's birthday this year, the earliest it will fall in our lifetime. I debated for awhile if we should celebrate Lily's birthday on her birth day. Eventually we decided that she was young enough not to understand what day is what and that we wanted to let Easter be a day for remembering Jesus' reserrection. Yes Lily you were 3 but we didn't tell you.

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