Thanks to Griff, who insisted on snapping this one just before I hid the eggs. Speaking of which, it's actually tough hiding eggs for the first time in a new yard, you don't have a sense of where the best places are. Next year I'm gonna rock this, though.
Oh, also, those are my SKINNY JEANS. Can I get a "go, Jess"? I remain at my pre-Xander weight, which is lower than my pre-Griff weight by a good 10 lbs. Lovin' my 30s.
After our hunt we high-tailed it to C'ville for lunch, two rounds of cousin egg-hunting (Brody did admirably, Griff and Reese are old pros, Caeden dutifully obliged his parents by posing for eggy photo ops, and Xander blew the whole thing off and enjoyed himself on a gravel pile until developing an affinity for one particular egg, which he loved to a squishy demise. I was psyched for the photo ops, but alas! had forgotten to empty my memory card, which was packed full of photos from a Sabot art session (lousy photos, might I add, ugh). So I got next to nothing. And literally nothing with Reese (you'll have to imagine him...he was wearing a doggie and beaver shirt from Red Prairie Press and was adorably cute egg hunting, you'll have to take my word for it.) Here's what I did catch before the card pooped out: