For the first hunt we were arrived to heavy sideline, already six adults deep, so I told Pyper to sneak her little self up to the front. After a minute I realized that that was going to be a trampling disaster. I called her back to me and we made a game plan. I told her to pick a spot in the outfield to run to before she started to pick up eggs. There was a camera guy out there she picked about 150 feet away, perfect. She wiggled herself back up to the front and we waited. Next thing I know there is almost chaos as I see Pyper running towards the cameraman, and no one really knowing what to do with her since she is not picking up any eggs. They are looking for the adult responsible, unfortunately I'm six adults deep. I manage to get by and claim my renegade. Everyone has a good laugh, and a couple other kids attempt a Pyper run with little success. During our game plan we forgot to discuss the minor detail of waiting for the folks in charge to say "go." Oops on my part, though it got us to the front of the pack and we were able to get into the outfield to collect our share before we were overtaken by the masses.
Upon exiting the field we noticed a little boy who made it in time to see all the eggs disappear. Pyper had no problem parting with a third of her stash so he could particiapte. It was really cool. That actually happened to us last year, someone sharing their eggs because Pyper didn't quite get the idea of what she was doing.
Then comes the tricky part, doing to content swap. I wouldn't eat the candy, so I'm not going to let her. She knows that the candy will have chemicals and colors I don't approve of, but she also knows she'll get good fair trade dark chocolate, and yogurt pretzels. It's a win for all.
Waiting patiently, getting her fill, and enjoying mama's version of treats.
A little Home Depot building in between hunting sessions today. She was actually able to hammer the nails in herself, which was a first. She's presenting her Spring planter project.
The next one we did was a little neighborhood hunt the day before Easter Sunday, small, no pressure and fun.
The last one we did was the Snoqualmie Falls Forest Theatre Easter Egg Hunt. It poured rain all morning and when it was time to hunt, a blue hole opened up over the fields of eggs, it was really cool timing.
Next year Pyper will move up to the 4-6 year olds. She'll be at the bottom of her age group, where parents are definitely not allowed. It will be fun times, can't wait!