We took the family to Steed's Dairy for the battalion Easter Eggstravaganza. I had Eden and Brooklyn wear their matching dresses. They looked adorable, but were freezing. It misted on us and was chilly all day.
Camden reacted about as expected to the Easter Bunny.
We enjoyed the petting zoo, which had a pony, a miniature horse, a pig,
chickens, rabbits, sheep, goats, and a cow and two super cute calves.
Hooray for hand sanitizer!
Parker is such a good big brother.
Camden did very well in the toddler egg hunt.
Eden got a bunch of eggs in the 4-8 age group hunt.
Braden tore around the field like a madman with an evil laugh, gathering up eggs.
Brooklyn, London, and Preston didn't get many eggs, because they allowed all of the adults to hunt in a 10 and up group.
No one from our family found the egg with the golden ticket, even though the odds were in our favor with so many kids.
One of the rabbits from the petting zoo was accidentally let out, so the soldiers were offered a four day pass to whomever caught it. It had them running all over the farm. It went under a wooden bridge, so I gave London some lettuce to lure it out of hiding. The mean "adult" in the red shirt next to her grabbed her lettuce to use and wouldn't give it back even though she told him to. He made my poor girl cry. London had wanted desperately to win the pass for her Daddy.
There were prizes for finding ducks with matching numbers on the bottom. A popular game.
Ah yes, the old egg-on-a-spoon-in-your-mouth race. It looks like they are smoking a pipe.
Camden was in tractor heaven. He wouldn't get off.
Sheer determination, soft hands, and an iron will
made winners of Brent and Parker in the traditional egg toss.
It was so cold that we had to blow on our numb hands to warm them.
London and Preston had to turn around and throw the eggs over their heads to each other.
Braden and London played again, this time it was both parties throwing and catching at the same time. Braden made a brilliant catch, held it up over his head, said" Yes! I caught it!" then accidentally dropped it at his feet. It was rather comical.
When Brent and I did a round, they had us turn around and throw it football style between our legs. Unfortunately I didn't have anyone take pictures of me peering under my backside. Darn.
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