One of my favorite childhood memories was the annual Easter egg hunt my cousins and I used to have. Our parents would boil dozens of eggs and we would all gather together and color them on the eve of Easter Sunday.
At sunrise the following day, our parents would hide the eggs in my grandmother’s garden then wake us up and we would all run around in our pajamas looking for the eggs.
Although I never ended up with the most number of eggs, I always found it to be such a wonderful experience. So when I became a mom, it was one of the first things I placed on my to-do list. Although my son was just a year old last year, I decided to give it a go. I let him paint two eggs and go on an egg hunt.
We did the same thing this year but I added one more egg. A lot of our art supplies were missing so I had to make do with what I could find. The little one didn’t seem to mind though. He was completely stoked about painting the eggs. He did a pretty good job, didn’t he?