We had a third annual neighborhood egg hunt this morning. This hunt has become quite a favorite in the neighborhood. One of our neighbors came up with the idea and started it three years ago, then they moved. Last year I stepped up and kept it going. This year though, I wasn’t sure I could do it on top of everything else I’ve got going on, so I didn’t say anything. One of our other neighbors stood up to make it happen and I was so grateful for that. But then they had to make sudden plans to leave to go visit some out of state family, and asked for someone to take over. So we stepped up and once again made it happen. 🙂
Every neighbor wanting to participate is to bring over a dozen pre-filled plastic eggs for each of their children that will be hunting. I keep tally of how many children and their ages, and we split it so that we have older children on one side (where the eggs are more hidden) and the little ones on the other side (where eggs are thrown out on lawns in plain sight). I am grateful for the neighbors that brought over more eggs than the dozen per kid. Every year we seem to end up with a shortage of eggs, where we have a few kids left walking up and down the street looking for more because they didn’t get their full dozen. This year, after Kyle and I counted and split up the eggs for each side of the street, we held some eggs back, just in case this happened again.
Adam tried to stop and open every egg as soon as he found it. Kyle had to keep reminding him to just keep looking. Seems like the whole neighborhood had a good time again, and the eggs that we kept back “just in case” did come in handy. 😉