Here are some pictures of Sydney during Easter. After church we went over to her friends house for an easter egg hunt. Easter egg hunting in Alaska is way different than how we did it in Oklahoma.
First of all you have to find places to hide the eggs. They don't really blend in with the grass. So it isn't really that challenging to see where they are hidden. Actually, you could almost just walk outside and throw them up in the air and that would be considered hid. Then you have to spend time getting your precious excited child into her snow pants, gloves and coat or heavy sweatshirt. Then the momement is finally you go outside to watch your child marvel over the first egg she finds, while her friend scurries along like a hoover vacuum cleaner plucking up every egg she finds. She obviously didn't learn much from the practice hunts that you did earlier in the week. Then after getting tired of your child not getting any eggs, your competitive side kicks in and you grab your childs hand and tell her each and every egg to pick up. When your little angel starts to get the hang of it and her basket is starting to fill up you relax a little, only for her to slip on the snow, not to mention how hard it is to move in those multiple layers and snow pants and spill all the eggs that she just picked up (with assistance from mom) Then my sweet little angel yells "Oh Shit, my eggs". Meanwhile the little vacuum is waving you off saying "I got it". Meanwhile, Dad can't take anymore of the drama and goes in the house to watch the game. Then as the little egg hunters make it around back, they decide the swings look so much more fun and don't want to pick up eggs anymore. I'm just glad we decided to not go to the church easter egg hunt.
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