We went to our city's Easter Egg Hunt. We had to park a little far away, and since we had already been cleaning the church that morning, Olivia was a little tired. Luke of his own free will and choice gave her a piggy back ride to the park. You'll notice that the kids are dressed warmly, every year, even if we've had 80 degree temps earlier in the week, is always COLD. I didn't even have the kids dressed warm enough. Someday we may live in a location where the weather is warm in March/April.
Olivia was brave enough this year to stand by the Easter Bunny. She was even a little upset that she forgot to give him a hug. What a turn around from years passed.
Oh my goodness, what cute kids I have been blessed with.
Because they set up the "hunt" or we should say "run and grab as fast as you can in the wide open field" by age divisions, :Livvy went first. Luke went out and pointed out eggs to her, and held her sack. He was such a good help to her. (And I must say that isn't always the case, so we celebrate those moments when they happen).
Here we are waiting for Luke's division. You can see the eggs behind him. Brrrrrrr.
Let's just say, we had plenty of candy. It is such a great experience for the kids, they love it.
We had a funny experience there at the park. Across the street from this area, they have a real bathroom. Luke had to use it, and I asked Livvy over and over again to please use it and she refused saying she didn't need to. I warned her there wasn't a real bathroom where the Easter Egg Hunt was, but she refused to go.
Sure enough about 30 minutes after we got there she was doing the desperate potty dance. I had to take her into the port-a-potty. She hates port-a-potties, even worse than I do, and I hate them A LOT! So while she's in the port-a-potty crying and yelling she doesn't have to go, I can just hear the people on the other side laughing. I have to tell her to look at me and not to think about it. She's screaming, "I can't pee on this potty!" all the while she is relieving herself. It really was pretty funny... after the fact.
Yep, Livs, I agree. Port-a-potties are disgusting.


