Monday, April 13, 2009

Hunt


I grew up with Easter hunts, as did most of us, but mine were never just collecting eggs in the garden. In my family you had to really HUNT for your eggs, with clues, and they become increasingly difficult and more cryptic as the years went by. We've continued the same tradition with our girls of creeping around after dark hiding clues all over the house and garden.



This year Leila is where Ella was when she started having a hunt - with pictures to guide her to the next clue. Now that Ella's a little older and reading a little, she had to sound out words on her cards and then find the right one of that particular item to find the next clue. At the end of their efforts they find a gift and a small amount of chocolate. It prolongs the pleasure somewhat, making it more than just the inevitable gorge on chocolate (although there was that too!).

6 comments:

Christie said...

That's such a great idea, may have to try that next easter!

Jacoline (Lien) said...

Great idea will make it harder to find. Love the dresses, well done!!

c.raf.t said...

In Europe we don't have this tradition, but if I will ever have a garden,I will start to do it!
It sounds so much fun!

leslie said...

my mom used to do that too! we'd find little cards with pictures on them, clipped out of catalogues, like a microwave, where we'd find an agg and another card. SO fun! can't wait until mae is old enough to do this in some capacity - maybe next year?

Lou@weheartbooks said...

This is fantastic. What a brilliant idea. I will certainly be testing it out next Easter.

Stephanie Doust said...

My mum used to do something similar with Christmas presents. My sisters and I were hopelessly addicted to opening our presents (lifting a corner of wrapping paper to take a peek) before Christmas Day. To prevent this, knowing that we had a strong equity streak and would never open another sister's presents and thus spoil the surprise, my mum started labelling each present not with our name, but with code.
Until the year, she got the code mixed up and we all started opening each other's presents! Disaster!