I remember growing up and on Easter Sunday we would wake up before the sunshine and quickly come out of our sleepiness to look for eggs around the living room/dining room area. My dad got pretty great at hiding them from us. (Especially the year that he hid one so well we didn't find it until the summer. And truly there was no smell to alert us to it... we just randomly found it one day. Kind of strange that it never got rotten egg smelly.)
I couldn't wait to hide the eggs around the living room for Logan! I didn't know if he was going to get the whole process, but was pleased when he quickly went for the eggs without any prompting from us. Although, we did eventually have to point him in the right direction for some of them. Being the crappy mother I am I neglected to get my child a proper Easter basket. OOPS! So Nathan found a basket my mom had made me for my high school graduation open house to hold all the cards! The basket it huge, but Logan dragged it all around the living room looking for eggs.
I think his biggest thrill was slamming the eggs in the bottom of the basket to continue the cracking...smashing... etc of the previous day! When I picked up the basket afterwards it rained egg shells! Lovely.
It was such a joy to watch the excitement on his face when he saw another one of the eggs! I can't wait until next year when I can hide them a little better and make it a little harder and give my son a proper basket to smash them all in!
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That last picture is PRECIOUS! :)
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