Thank gawd for Beckie!

She had a childhood full of presents and candy and largess, and her influence is a perfect complement to my rationalism and spartanism.

We counted out 36 plastic eggs full of candy, and hid them throughout the yard. We didn’t know how G would handle this concept, if she would understand questing after the eggs, but she’s a bright human and she likes candy so we were optimistic. Most eggs were pretty visible. Some were placed in pots, on the rocks around the pool, in plants, in the basket of her bike, in her swing, the sandbox, etc etc etc. We used virtually the entire yard, so at least G would get a lot of exercise as she was stuffing her face full of chocalate. Beckie emptied out a wicker basket, and with it in tow we were ready to engage!

G had no trouble understanding that she had to get the eggs. This part took about 10 seconds to convey to her, and while I’m not really sure how exactly she figured it out, bright shiny things with candy in them carry their own message.

These photos, generally speaking, suck. Very hard to get a good shot of the tinyHuman when she is moving in random directions, requiring frequent course corrections, or dropping her basket to stuff her face with jelly beans.

This conveys the chaos much better. M&M’s and Stockyard Stout make all things better.