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Rewind: Easter

Part 1 – Outside

Chaz came home with a surprise for me—plush peeps. Even though these will NOT dry out and become a crusty delight, they are dang cute.

And here we are: an ancient scene somewhat reduced. There was a day when we’d get together with the Williams and stuff about three hundred of these lovely little plastic eggs, then hide them all (that would be the parents’ job) and then find them (the kids’ job) hidden in every nook and cranny of our yard. I would not even be surprised if, during the course of caring for the yard this summer, we come across some fifteen-year-old shabby old colored eggs full of petrified butter cream bunnies and pink jelly beans.

My parents started the Saturday morning egg hunt tradition when I was tiny, same eggs, same buttercream bunnies. The eggs may be plastic, but I still love them.  LOVE them—even though the new ones just aren’t as well made as the old ones were (have you ever spoken those words before?)

This year, however, we are not going for nooks and crannies.  This year we are hiding eggs in plain sight for very short people who haven’t honed their hunting skills yet. (pink arrow map to eggs)

Here are the hunters.  It takes two hunters and five adults to make this work.  Oh, and two cameras.

See? There’s the other adult. Sort-of adult.

Chaz is teaching Andy.  “This is how you bend over to pick them up.”

Scooter, on the other hand, picked up the concept rapidly.

It would not be a true record if I didn’t show Cam in his natural element.

Camera stalking.

The dogs are also hunting, but are less interested in candy than they are in snakes.

Chaz is also a director. Chaz: “I want you to run over there—can you show me some energy? Some excitement?”  Andy: “Yes – but what’s my motivation?”

Sometimes the hunt gets dangerous.

But the joy of finding a tangerine colored egg – and adding it to a bright basket of delicious colors – very satisfying.

Now – inside to crack a few things open.