Spring Egg Hunt?

Today, Chris continues to try and finish framing the basement. It has been difficult since he is mostly doing it by himself and we are so proud of daddy. So, I decided that Aiden and would trot over to the local park and participate in the Spring Egg Hunt.

Sounds like a fun outing, right? Well, it was in the afternoon, which is when I normally give Aiden down time (in lieu of a nap), so right there I should have been tipped off that it wasn’t going to go well. We met one of Aiden’s friends there and I thought that would make it more interesting for him. Again, since Aiden doesn’t really “play” with kids yet that should have been another tip off.

Well, the concept of waiting to go get the plastic eggs full of candy or prizes was lost on the kids. Once they finally let the kids set off into the field they did a countdown which apparently scared Aiden as he cried. He got over it quick when he realized he was now able to pick up the eggs, so I held the bag while he double-fisted eggs. We came out with quite a bundle. Then the afternoon took a turn for the worse…

I took him over to the playground equipment where every other kid and their parents were assembling. I told Aiden that I was going to sit on the bench and he could play while I looked to see if we won anything. While wrestling with the plastic eggs (which did not open easily) I would look up to make sure he was playing safely. At one point I didn’t see him at all. This was not good.

I frantically looked around all the equipment for my little blonde haired boy. He was no where to be found. I started to scour the area, but with the hundreds of kids and parents it was a challenge. Then I heard one of the coordinators of the event shout, “Is anyone looking for a blonde haired boy?” I ran as fast as my 5 1/2 month pregnant body would let me to where he was. Holding the hand of a woman coordinator was Aiden, not crying, not fretting, just waiting. I gave him a big hug as the woman told me what a good boy he is and out of his mouth comes, “I missed you!” I almost cried right there on the spot.

So in addition to hunting for eggs I had the most scary hunt I ever had in my life. I hope never to repeat that again, but I am submitting my application for “World’s Worst Mom” and hope I don’t win.

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