Egg-Mania

Not only did Max have his first Easter egg hunt this year, he had THREE of them! And for a two-year old, that's a lot of plastic eggs.

Round 1: A week before Easter, we braved pouring rain and wind to take Max to the egg hunt on the town green. Everything and everyone got soaked. Mom and Wyatt attempted in vain to stay dry under the tent, while Dad and Max lined up behind the rope of the toddler patch. Minutes ticked by, while poor parents and cold little kids waited... and waited... and waited for the signal. The organizers were delaying the start for some stragglers who hadn't quite made it to the green. But when it was clear they weren't in a hurry to catch up, Dad bellowed "Let's go!" The toddlers didn't move a muscle, but the older group took off running like crazy. And hence, the egg hunt began. Thanks, Dad. (and lacking an understanding that more is better and speed is essential, Max ignored the eggs at his feet and instead would skip to one end of the area to pick up one egg and back to the other side to get another) 

Round 2: While visiting the grandparents in Missouri, he embark on another hunt in the park. And this time, Mom got pictures. Loads of pictures.

Yes, some of Max's eggs from the park hunt had MONEY in them. These are the kinds of eggs that Dad likes.

Max sharing his loot with Wyatt and Cousin Sydney

Round 3: On Easter, Max got his first visit from the elusive Easter Bunny, who somehow knew Max was at his Mama and Papa's house.

Then it was off to Uncle Mike and Aunt Jennifer's for dinner...and bubbles...and another Easter egg hunt.

Cousin Sarah demonstrating to Max the fine art of bubble-blowing.

Showing off his mad bubble-blowing skills to Cousin Carsyn.

Practice makes perfect!

Getting some helpful egg-finding tips from Sydney (above), Aunt Jennifer, and Carsyn.

Wrapping up the festivities with a little rap (with help from Uncle Mike and Carsyn).

And of course, Wyatt was enjoying plenty of cuddle time with the family.