But none of us can ever seem to remember all the details. For instance, we separated the boys and girls eggs and stored them for the next year. I have no recollection of that little bit of organization. But I must have done it because it was my writing on the Ziploc bags.
The adults are lazy and we don't actually hunt for eggs. We grab one from the correct basket and then find out the prize. Last year we decided that instead of putting numbered papers inside the eggs, we'd just number the eggs. Genius! A few of us (Dad, Kelli) were a little slow to remember that and quick to think that I'd made a mistake.
The mistake would come later when we somehow ended up with two extra prizes. Trust me, 9x4=36 and there were 36 items on the spreadsheet....
Anyway, although it is a bit of a production, the annual Easter egg hunt is a much anticipated family event. Everyone was here this year, including Wacy (aka Elder Johnson) and his fiance Kat.
We probably should have prepped Kat more on what to expect, or at least alert her to the fact that it was going to be noisy.
Really noisy.
The kids went first and once they understood exactly which eggs they were searching for..
..each Francis boy could find 4 yellow, orange or green eggs, 1 pirate grand prize egg and 6 candy filled eggs that either had stickers on them or were shaped like bugs. It's easy!?! We set them loose to search...in the house because, of course, it snowed the day before.
All those confusing egg color rules ensure the kids get the right prizes. The whole process is a little time consuming, but in the end it's always a good time. Noah is lobbying for the kids to hide the adult eggs next year. Maybe we should because the youngest child goes first rule is getting old. Why should Logan get first pick every year?? Now that I've written his idea down maybe we will remember it for next year. I doubt it, but maybe.