Egg-static!
On Saturday there was an Easter egg hunt at our church. It was a joint effort between the daycare that operates there during the week and our church, which meets in the same building on Sunday. Ava had already had some practice hunting for Easter eggs at her babysitter's a few days prior. Apparently, her babysitter (Chris) only had to show her how to put two eggs in her bucket and she was off to the races. On a side note, do you ever think of what the soundtrack of your life would be if it was a movie? When I heard about Ava's learning how to hunt Easter eggs I imagined it as follows.
Chris: See the egg hiding next to the chair?
Ava: Huh. What a uniquely colored plastic orb. I have never seen such a thing. (She talks like this in movies because otherwise you would only understand 4% of what she says.)
Chris: What you do is pick it up and put it in your bucket.
Ava: I'm not sure I understand the concept. Could you show me one more time?
Chris: Try finding another egg and putting it in your bucket.
Ava: Eureka! This is the greatest day of my life!
[As understanding comes to Ava, her face washes over from inquisitive wonder to pure ecstasy. During this transition Taking Care Of Business by Bachman-Turner Overdrive fades in. The next thirty seconds is shown at twice normal speed showing Ava running from egg to egg filling her bucket while the music plays.]
At the start of the church's Easter egg hunt she was thrown off her game a little bit. There were all these kids that she didn't recognize in a location that she did. This is a little unsettling for an almost two-year-old. Eventually we got her to notice the eggs and her previous training kicked back in. There was a little confusion at one point where she tried to put a purple, plastic egg in her mouth. It's not THAT kind of egg Ava. She got right back on track and nearly filled her bucket before all of the eggs had been found.
Most of the eggs were filled with candy. Others were filled with candy and tickets. There were about 60 tickets total and Ava had 6! That's not bad odds for the number of kids that were there. We tried to give a few away to some friends, but they were politely refused. Before the tickets were drawn, however, there was a drawing for a large basket full of goodies. We had put our name in the drawing for this before the egg hunt started. As they were drawing the name I had this weird feeling that we would win the basket and then win a lot of other things with our monopoly of tickets. The entry was drawn and the drawer pondered the pronunciation of the name. It was announced as "Danny Fisk." Huh, I don't know a Danny Fisk. You would think my Spidey sense would have went off if there were another Fisk in a 50 ft radius. As there was no immediate response to Danny Fisk, they read off the child's name, "Ava". Now what are the chances of there being a Danny Fisk with a daughter named Ava Fisk in the same room and no one realizing it? Oh wait, that's right, I'm a little slow sometimes. Apparently Doni knew as the "D" came out of his mouth that we had won. Now I'm not as dense as I make it sound earlier, but it did take me a second longer to figure out what was going on.
Needless to say, after winning the basket we tried once again to give away our tickets. We were able to give four of them away, but the last two didn't have any takers. It's a good thing we were able to give some away because two of the four we gave away were winners and one of the ones we kept was also a winner. More may have even been winners, but we felt bad about winning everything and left the room where they were calling out ticket numbers. In addition to our basket of goodies we won a container of sidewalk chalk. The basket was loaded. There were two soft teddy bears, a notepad, more sidewalk chalk, a recorder, leak-proof bubbles, an art set, a velvet poster, a Rubik's cube, and more candy. We unwrapped it when we got home and she played with a few of the things before losing interest. The basket was topped off with things that we (meaning Doni) had bought for her Easter basket and Doni re-wrapped it.
On Easter morning we "hid" her gigantic easter basket under the kitchen table. She was pretty groggy and wanted to be carried when she woke up. That is, until we asked her, "What's this?," while pointing under the table. She caught on that this basket that had a bunch of goodies in it yesterday PROBABLY had a bunch of goodies in it today too. She was right. She got several books (a couple of which were Backyardigans books), a cheeping chick, a wind-up bouncing chick, and the things that she didn't get to the previous day. We showed her how to blow bubbles and tried to do the same... by putting the wand in her mouth... several times. That's my girl. Always trying to find a new, innovative way of doing things. I'm pretty sure she'll be the next Thomas Edison.
Note: Say your prayers for the wind-up bouncing chick. Ava promptly tore one of its ears off and it doesn't look like he's going to make it.
Chris: See the egg hiding next to the chair?
Ava: Huh. What a uniquely colored plastic orb. I have never seen such a thing. (She talks like this in movies because otherwise you would only understand 4% of what she says.)
Chris: What you do is pick it up and put it in your bucket.
Ava: I'm not sure I understand the concept. Could you show me one more time?
Chris: Try finding another egg and putting it in your bucket.
Ava: Eureka! This is the greatest day of my life!
[As understanding comes to Ava, her face washes over from inquisitive wonder to pure ecstasy. During this transition Taking Care Of Business by Bachman-Turner Overdrive fades in. The next thirty seconds is shown at twice normal speed showing Ava running from egg to egg filling her bucket while the music plays.]
At the start of the church's Easter egg hunt she was thrown off her game a little bit. There were all these kids that she didn't recognize in a location that she did. This is a little unsettling for an almost two-year-old. Eventually we got her to notice the eggs and her previous training kicked back in. There was a little confusion at one point where she tried to put a purple, plastic egg in her mouth. It's not THAT kind of egg Ava. She got right back on track and nearly filled her bucket before all of the eggs had been found.
Most of the eggs were filled with candy. Others were filled with candy and tickets. There were about 60 tickets total and Ava had 6! That's not bad odds for the number of kids that were there. We tried to give a few away to some friends, but they were politely refused. Before the tickets were drawn, however, there was a drawing for a large basket full of goodies. We had put our name in the drawing for this before the egg hunt started. As they were drawing the name I had this weird feeling that we would win the basket and then win a lot of other things with our monopoly of tickets. The entry was drawn and the drawer pondered the pronunciation of the name. It was announced as "Danny Fisk." Huh, I don't know a Danny Fisk. You would think my Spidey sense would have went off if there were another Fisk in a 50 ft radius. As there was no immediate response to Danny Fisk, they read off the child's name, "Ava". Now what are the chances of there being a Danny Fisk with a daughter named Ava Fisk in the same room and no one realizing it? Oh wait, that's right, I'm a little slow sometimes. Apparently Doni knew as the "D" came out of his mouth that we had won. Now I'm not as dense as I make it sound earlier, but it did take me a second longer to figure out what was going on.
Needless to say, after winning the basket we tried once again to give away our tickets. We were able to give four of them away, but the last two didn't have any takers. It's a good thing we were able to give some away because two of the four we gave away were winners and one of the ones we kept was also a winner. More may have even been winners, but we felt bad about winning everything and left the room where they were calling out ticket numbers. In addition to our basket of goodies we won a container of sidewalk chalk. The basket was loaded. There were two soft teddy bears, a notepad, more sidewalk chalk, a recorder, leak-proof bubbles, an art set, a velvet poster, a Rubik's cube, and more candy. We unwrapped it when we got home and she played with a few of the things before losing interest. The basket was topped off with things that we (meaning Doni) had bought for her Easter basket and Doni re-wrapped it.
On Easter morning we "hid" her gigantic easter basket under the kitchen table. She was pretty groggy and wanted to be carried when she woke up. That is, until we asked her, "What's this?," while pointing under the table. She caught on that this basket that had a bunch of goodies in it yesterday PROBABLY had a bunch of goodies in it today too. She was right. She got several books (a couple of which were Backyardigans books), a cheeping chick, a wind-up bouncing chick, and the things that she didn't get to the previous day. We showed her how to blow bubbles and tried to do the same... by putting the wand in her mouth... several times. That's my girl. Always trying to find a new, innovative way of doing things. I'm pretty sure she'll be the next Thomas Edison.
Note: Say your prayers for the wind-up bouncing chick. Ava promptly tore one of its ears off and it doesn't look like he's going to make it.
posted by Jeremy @ 6:26 AM
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1 Comments:
At 11:54 AM,
Jessica said…
Since when do chicks have external ears? Man, the things they're doing with science these days!
Sounds like you had a fun Easter! :)
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