Our entire extended family gets together, and then we have an Easter Egg hunt. I know what you are thinking "how original." But let me expand. All the ADULTS participate. Yes that is right, young and old, male and female, we are all apart of this juvenile charade. But it doesn't end there. Each adult has a partner that they are duct taped to at the ankle and at the knee. Then, with visions of cadbury eggs in our head, we race like absolute lunatics to find the delicious Easter morsels that await our gullets.
Usually there is a minor injury, an argument that transpires amongst couples, and little attention given to our children (who might I add our left to fend for themselves). We have entirely too much fun, and I fear for the repercussions of our actions and the scar our atrocities will leave on our little ones.
This beautiful tradition was founded by the Armstrong family. IT was established when we were all adults, and still longing to be a children. We used to do it individually and not taped to some other shmoe. But, one year I was pregnant, Jolene had just had a lung surgery, and my sis-in-law Kristen had just had her appendix removed. All of us poor ladies knew that we would have no chance at the Easter loot, and that the men wouldn't take it easy on us. Therefore, the brilliant plan was created to have each healthy young man strapped to a disabled woman (of sorts). It was a complete hit, and from there it has grown to now include our extended family, and now are unsuspecting off spring. Doesn't it just cause tears of joy to well within your eyes!
Unfortunately this year we didn't have the turn out we usually do, but that just meant I acquired twice the candy! Snooze you loose suckas!
PS Church was pretty cool too. (Do you like that little quip?) I knew I had to add something Spiritual in nature!
Maddie adores her Great Grandpa Beagley. To this day she still thinks he is the Prophet. She calls him Grandpa Hinkley.
Aunt Lynn takes her job of duct taping us together extremely seriously. After she is through you can literally feel the blood flow to your lower extremities be cut off. Aunt Lynn truly has a gift.
This year Corey and I had an added handicap (aka Gibson). I am still miffed that we had to carry around the added weight. I know if he wasn't strapped to us that we could have obtained at least 16.5 more candy eggs. Sometimes being a parent requires sacrifice, this should not be one of those moments!
Every man for himself. We don't even help fallen comrades.
This year our greatest challenge was our low rise jeans. With each grueling step we took, our pants were pulled lower and lower by the tape. It was difficult to hold our pants up and not expose booty, and still keep our eye on the prize.
Move out of the way old man! I see an egg with my name on it!
Thank goodness my mother was snapping pictures of Madison, or I would have had no idea what my daughter was up to during the hunt.
By the way, do you love how Madison is wearing a Hannah Montana shirt over her Easter dress?
Don't judge us, you are just jealous you didn't think of this rad tradition! Don't hate, congratulate!










