Monday, April 13, 2009
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!).