My husband and I have been organizing the church's annual egg hunt since Elliott was a year old, but this year plans changed and it turned into a church-wide picnic on the farm. My father-in-law is also the preacher, so everyone had been hearing about the goats and many had expressed interest in seeing them, so it worked out.
My sister-in-law is over the Jr. Church, so she rented an inflatable for the kids, so between the huge inflatable, the swing set, the trampoline, the farm animals and the egg hunts, there was plenty to keep the kids busy. I didn't get a lot of pictures, because we were always moving, but I did get the camera out for a little bit.
The company brought the inflatable out an hour and a half before the start of the picnic, which meant my boys got a head start.
Although hot dogs were grilled, they also set up a few fire pits for for people to roast hot dogs, which the kids enjoyed.
Emory enjoyed the egg hunt, and I was surprised that he understood the "hunt" part so well, because when Elliott was that age, he wanted to open every egg as he found it.
Emory and Elliott's groups hunted at the same time, in different fields, so my husband was in charge of getting pictures of Elliott. He took some on his phone, but I forgot to get them. I managed to get this one of Elliott walking away.
After we met up to count eggs, Elliott showed me his bucket.
He ended up getting the most eggs for his age group and won a $5 gift card, but for some reason he wanted the "golden egg" instead. In this picture, he's staring at the golden egg that Emory found! I didn't get a picture of Emory's egg, but as soon as Emory found it he went "Oh, the golden egg! You hold it!" and he never would put it in his bucket!
The boys still had a great time, and Emory happily let Elliott have his golden egg after he saw there was no candy in it. Ha!
That night the boys colored Easter eggs. I didn't get any action shots, because I was helping and cleaning drips and spills, but this was their finished product. We used a few store-bought white eggs and a few fresh brown eggs, and I love the variety in colors the boys got.
Easter baskets were waiting on the boys the next morning.
My kids would not cooperate Sunday morning for Easter pictures. At all.
Gotta love boys! ;-)