Easter Eve Egg Dying and Egg Hunt

Today, we had some friends and their kids over for an "eggcellent" Easter Eve celebration.  First, the kids dyed eggs.

 And Norah really liked dying the eggs, so much so that she just kept re-dying her already dyed eggs. 

 She also really enjoyed cracking open the eggs and pealing away the shells.

After egg dying and a snack, we set the kids free for an egg hunt.  At first, Norah just took off running with her basket.  She didn't notice a single egg on the ground, she just went running.  After we caught up to her and pointed out all the eggs on the ground, she began to note that the other kids were gathering the eggs and that this wasn't just a chance to run around outdoors.  Here's a very preggo me helping her "hunt" up some eggs:

She quickly got into the spirit of "finding" the eggs (they were just spread out on the grass -- not too hard to spot), but she was less concerned about putting them in her basket than she was about having us crack them open and revealing the candy contents.

It was a warm South Florida day, so even though Jerry waited to put the eggs out there, by the time the kids got to them, the ones that had chocolate were in need of refrigeration, but that didn't stop Norah -- she had a few melty Reese's and Hershey Kisses "shooters."

After the egg hunt, we had some lunch and the kids played, and then everyone went home in time for naps.  Norah crashed out as I was reading her pre-nap stories and she took a nice, long snooze.  And I confess: I did too!