I took the kids to an egg hunt today. It was at a local church that friends attend (organize the hunt actually) and we’ve gone every year. This year was a bigger deal than years past, so we were expecting a bigger crowd.
You know you’re in trouble when you can’t even see the church and people are parking along the side of the road. There were people. A LOT of people.
The reason it was so popular this year? Eggs dropped from a helicoptor:
I’d never heard of that before, but Chris says people do it a lot (in other, more refined places than WV). I’ll admit….it was pretty fabulous. Before the drop they had games for the kids. Including bounce houses, so Celia was in heaven.
After the egg hunt, they had a very nice show, door prizes (so even if you didn’t find an egg…you could win) and games. I lost sight of Jordan before the first helicopter drop…and even knowing he was with his buddy, I was nervous. We finally found him about halfway though the show. He was all the way in front of the stage in a mob of kids, just were I figured he’d be.
There were three different age groups for hunts. He, being the big kid….was on his own. I hung on to Celia hoping there wouldn’t be a stampede. She was happy because there was mud.
She didn’t end up getting any eggs in her basket. That didn’t matter in the least, because she still got candy. Jordan got a basket full, not sure how that happened. I think mostly because all the little ones had parents to ‘assist’ them but pushing and grabbing eggs. You know how any free community event is. Celia and I weren’t going to be a part of that.
Here’s some video of the actual drop. Yes, the helicopter was right over our heads. I totally prayed that the bag wouldn’t get caught in the rotors and send the whole thing crashing down on us (yes, these are the kind of thoughts I have at egg hunts).
The bunny already made a stop at our house with fun baskets and 60 eggs hidden in our backyard for the kids. It’s going to be an early morning.