where my eggs at?

It's that time of year again!  Back into our never-ending rotation of East egg hunts every weekend.  Which, admittedly, is strange since we aren't religious and don't attend church, so the real meaning behind Easter isn't our Easter-celebrating motivation.  But it seems that every holiday has turned into a kid's holiday (remember when Valentine's Day used to be marketing to adults all googly in love?), so Easter has followed the same path.  The hunt today was held at the community center.  The hubs decided he and Barrett didn't feel like going, so Britton got all fancy in her Easter dress and we headed out!

Cookies and pretzels, to fuel the strenuous hunt

 The Municipal Center changed things up this year, and instead of Britton hunting for eggs in the hallways and lobby like last year (seriously, I can't make that up), they set up the hunt in the gym.  Immediately, I'm thinking that they can't mean the actual gym because gyms are wide-open spaces by design.  How do you hide the eggs?

Apparently, not well...Don't let the hula-hoop fool you, Britton!  Check next to those cones!

You were allowed only 12 eggs.  The workers relayed in hushed tones that some kids didn't get eggs last year because some kids took too many.  I remember that last year, it was less an issue of kids using wheelbarrows to take home their egg bounty, and more an issue of multiple families showing up 30 minutes after the hunt began.  Pittsburgh seems to have a problem with being on time.  But digress.  

So, once you have your 12 empty eggs, you can turn them in for a goody bag.  Really people, I'm not making this up.  Britton got her goody bag, and it contained some stickers, a tattoo, and a couple of bunny toys.  Britton was stoked, and didn't seem to notice that there wasn't any candy.  

You know you want ruffle socks and Tinkerbell-fluff shoes.

All in all, a fun 30 minutes and a chance to wear a fancy dress - that's all this girl needs!  Britton wasn't having any of the Easter bunny they trotted out, but he looked so sad I had to snap a shot.  The kids wouldn't get near him, which is odd for a town that hosts a national furry convention.  So we got the picture so I could scare the hubs with it later, and left with the goody bag and smiles.