The egg hunt was at the Little Elm park and open to every man, woman and child in the entire town. The population of Little Elm is in the 7000s, and I think everyone showed up. The hunt began at 9:30 and the flyer suggested that the participants arrive at least 30 minutes early. So, we rolled Micah out of the bed, changed his clothes, and strapped him in the car by 8:30 that morning. (That's early for us)
When the firetruck siren went off, I made a mad dash towards the center of the soccer field with Micah in my arms. My strategy was to get ahead of the crowd so he would have a chance at some eggs.
Notice the crowd behind us in the picture above. As the stampede came through, Micah became my shy, timid little boy again. He just hugged me and gave up on the egg gathering.
He didn't shed a tear or even a wimper. He was so sweet, but scared to death.
There's another egg hunt on Saturday just for our neighborhood. Perhaps we'll give it a try. Maybe he'll be a little less intimidated with less children around.
In other news, Tom and I got a new toy.
It seems like we will have an endless pile of firewood as we continue to clear out the land around the lake. Who wants S'mores?
Also, I thought this was worth a plug. Since I'm trying to minimize or completely eliminate my Dr. Pepper addiction, I've started trying new drinks. Currently this is my favorite. Try it. You'll thank me.
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