Amid drizzle and snow and a nasty wind that kicked up while we were out there, the boys attended our neighborhood's annual Easter Egg hunt with a generous handful of other children whose parents were just as nuts as we were. We wore coats and hats and still mostly froze our "bippies", as Grandma Sarah would say.
As you can see, the "field" was open, and there were plenty of eggs for the "Three and under" crowd to find, in a safe and less-muddy place than the rest of the park (I think a parent came up with this some years back). Mark, an old hand at the Easter Egg hunt, took off with Daddy, while Mommy stuck with Adam to help him learn how the whole thing worked.
Adam finds his first egg. He finally did pick it up and put it in his basket -- then immediately took it out and put it back on the ground.
He got the hang of it, gathering up two at once!
In the meantime, Mark branched out for some "harder" to find eggs. This photo explains why at least one egg had wet leaf and a dead worm on it.
That blurry black thing? That was the rock that Adam collected, along with his eggs.
Mom, it's cold and I'm ready to be done. Is this enough?
There were many more eggs that children, and in the three-and-under section, organizers were begging people to take more than the "10 per child". Mark obliged.
Frozen thoroughly, we got back in the car and went home to check our loot.
I believe that someday, some year, it will be warm for this thing.