We bought them. We boiled them. We painted them. We hid them. We found them. We broke them. We ate them.

Emily and her friend Cata celebrated the most important annual religious feast in the Christian liturgical year with a lovely Easter Egg Hunt.

What’s Inside?

What a great way to celebrate a holiday that holds no personal meaning to you whatsoever. The kids (and I) loved it! Cata’s mom and dad set up the egg painting station at their house. Food dye, crayons, paint, and the experimental use of rubber bands had us occupied, fascinated, and messy for hours. Hiding the eggs in a nearby park was my favorite part of the event. Strategically hiding them under bushes, benches, and tufts of grass, while still making sure that they could be found by two-year olds strung out on sugar, was a challenge that forced me to think like a child (an experience wholly unfamiliar to me). And then the kiddies were set loose and tore the park apart in their mad dash for one-upping each other on the ever-increasing egg count. Thank goodness they ended up with the same number or it may have got messy.

It wasn’t long before each and every beautifully hand-painted egg was smashed beyond recognition. Some were eaten. Some were thrown. Some they wanted so save forever and ever – which meant that I had to be particularly sneaky when throwing them out. Luckily, I took some lovely photos of Egg Hunt 09. Would you like to see them?

As always, you’ve got two ways to enjoy the photos:
Fancy-shmancy slideshow
Bog-standard Flickr set