My hunters.

On Easter the kids were lucky enough to enjoy 2 hunts. We had my sister and her family over in the morning for an egg hunt and brunch. And then in the afternoon we went to Matt's great-uncle's house for another egg hunt and dinner.

Charlie totally "got it" and ran around trying to get as many eggs as possible. Which I decided I totally don't get as an adult. What's the joy in getting a ton of hard boiled eggs? Are you really going to eat 10 eggs? Are you even going to eat 1? I guess it's just about the hunt? The challenge of beating your sister to the eggs? I'll let you in on a little secret buddy, she can barely walk. There should really be no satisfaction in beating her. Annie didn't really "get it". Her face is pretty much the same in both pictures. Why are you making me go out in the rain to get eggs I'm not even going to eat these? This is so silly. I hear you sista. It is silly.

I'll work on more pictures from the morning hunt on my lunch break.