Charlie had his first Easter-egg hunting experience on Sunday and it was wildly successful (and by "wildly successful," I mean there were no tears (until we made him leave) and we somehow managed to leave with 3 little treats in our basket). Charlie didn't completely get the "hunting" concept, but he did seem to enjoy himself. He particularly enjoyed crawling on other families' blankets during the picnic beforehand and stealing their food and chewing on their water bottles. It's the small things, right? :)
Our fearless hunter waiting for the hunt to begin.
Relaxing with Daddy.
This is the view we saw of Charlie most frequently. He loves to explore at events like this--he was fascinated with the bushes, the sidewalk, other babies, and other people's food...
The Grays joined in on the fun.
George, having lived through one Easter already, was a much better hunter than Charlie.
"Oh no, what do I do with this thing?"
"Now I just need to capture a few more of those..."
George sweetly helped Charlie fill his basket.
Charlie was most excited by George's decision to leave his puffs in Charlie's basket.
George hugging his new stuffed bunny for the camera.
The spoils of the hunt.