egg hunter

I'm not sure when this happened, but somewhere in the last 10 months our little baby became a little girl. A little girl who is into everything, pulling herself up on chairs and tables and ottomans. A little girl pulling silverwear from the dishwasher and crawling around corners to play peek-a-boo and laughing hysterically when she is "found" by her mother or "finds" mamma behind the counter.

So, in anticipation of the egg hunt we were going to go to Saturday, I began "hiding" eggs around the kitchen to see if she would "find" them.

Oh, and she did. She wouldn't let them go!! She shook them like rattles to any rhythm she made up or that was playing on the stereo. She threw them so that she could go after them. She rolled them on the ground and cuddled them to her chest.

So, when the big egg hunt approached, I was confident she'd make a decent showing, even with other more experienced egg hunters.

So, we began. And she wasn't at all interested in the eggs.

Not a bit.

But the toy cars, you betcha! And the blocks, and the barn and the toys on the floor.

But not the eggs.

I finally picked up the eggs (only 3, and definitely NOT the ones with only stickers inside, no, I found the heavy, candy laden ones for sure) to put in our basket.

I was glad for that at least. And when we were removed from the toys, and with eggs in hand, so was Josie. And especially glad for her first taste of chocolate. Plain M&M's to be exact. The best kind.