LCC Egg Hunt

Our church, LowCountry Community Church in Bluffton, hosts the LowCountry's Largest Egg Hunt every Easter (side note: if you're looking for an awesome church with amazing people and a super-amazing pastor, you've got to hit up LCC!). We were unable to get the kids ready in time for the Bluffton hunt, but this year they also did an Egg Hunt at Hilton Head High School, so I packed up the munchkins and drove ALL THE WAY to the Island.

Once the announcer shouted "On your mark, get set, GO!" Squeege, in all of his hard-headed adorable-ocity, dug in his heels and refused to do anything I said. People were staring at me like I was insane as I jumped and hollered like a preteen cheerleader, trying to convince him that the eggs scattered all over the football field had CANDY in them, but nothing worked.

Until he saw other kids gathering the eggs in their baskets...

...and then he realized that he had just been given an opportunity that only comes around once in a millennium. Remember that game show where contestants raced around the grocery store and gathered as many groceries in their shopping carts that they could until time ran out? That's what it felt like as we barreled our stroller around the field, bumping Garrett all over the place as Squeege threw the little plastic eggs into the underseat basket.

He was thrilled about the whole experience, as you can tell. I think he has realized early on that he might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride. He's got his big brother for entertainment, and that's more than enough to keep all of us occupied.

Once the eggs were unloaded & disposed of in the recycling bins, Squeege wasted no time unwrapping the candy and stuffing his face to near sickness. In all of my motherly wisdom, I decided to take a toddler on a sugar high and a 6 month old to WingFest at Shelter Cove Community Park.

This is the result: a toddler who has just crashed from his sugar high, refusing to wait in line for the bouncy house. I've never spent $10 better. Nothing like letting everyone at WingFest see how well I've taught my son to throw a fit. At least we got out of the house long enough to avoid the mountain of laundry I've done such a good job of ignoring up until now. Mission Accomplished.