The Church Sanctioned Pagan Fertility Celebration (Easter Egg Hunt II)

A week after the Summerlin hunt, the kids embarked on a new quest for ovoid confections.

Pink shirt - check
Pink bucket - check
Skirt - check
I'm ready!

Joseph lined up Walmart as his corporate sponsor for this year's event.

A ladybug distracted Allyse from her hunting duties.

Someone brought a fuzzy little chick to the hunt.

A very serene and satisfied little girl.

Combing for Cackleberries (aka Rooting Roe)

Okay, Easter Egg Hunt

Or if you prefer, Pagan Fertility Celebration of the Vernal Equinox!

We went back to Summerlin for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. It really does not involve much searching and seeking, as the workers go out onto baseball fields with garbage bags full of food and candy. They tear holes in the bottom of the bags, pick up the bags by the tops and start spinning in circles like a Whirling Dirvish. The result is that clusters of goodies get strewn everywhere. It is up to the "hunters" to go and start scooping the largesse into their bags.

Josh and Allyse were geared up for the sweet safari.

Angelina with her bucket at the ready.

Joseph's pre-hunt ritual includes trying to cram his 7-year-old body
into a stroller built for children who are about half his size.

She's so hot that she's listed as a significant contributor to global warming.

The "hunters" are lined up at the edge of the baseball infield,
looking earnestly for clues to help them find their prey.

This is more of a "Where's Waldo?" photo, only the object is to find Joshua.

All that truly matters is that she had a pink bucket and that her pink skirt
wasn't in the dirty clothes hamper when she got dressed that morning.

Benjamin was shouting words of encouragement to siblings.

The successful hunters showing off their kill.

What Easter Egg Hunt would be complete without a faux train ride?