Chloe woke me up at 7 AM this morning, pleading to go outside for the Easter egg hunt. I ignored her. And slept for another 90 minutes (I know, you’re all thinking – you slept until 8:30? And you’re a mom?).

I finally dragged myself out of bed, and prepared the eggs for our 3rd annual hunt. The adventure gets increasingly complex with each passing year, because it’s not enough just to plop some eggs around the yard.

I’ve created a treasure hunt for Chloe. Where each egg has a clue that leads to the next clue. And now that she is able to read, I really go to town (ok, I don’t go that crazy, but I do spend some time mapping it out – on the computer, mind you).

Needless to say, Chloe and Sophie were bouncing off the walls by the time we were ready to let the games begin. I hid a bunch of eggs in plain sight for Sophie, who was absolutely enchanted. Chloe got off to a speedy start, and finished it a little too quickly for my taste.

The girls were very pleased with their egg loot, and I’m enjoying the sweet irony that I, an atheist Jew from Flushing, NY, was able to put together a successful Easter egg hunt for the third year in a row.

The problem is that I’ve set the bar pretty high for next year. I should probably start planning it now.