Easter Eggstravaganza! (Yeah, I Said It)

Once a month, the couples with young kids in our ward organize a potluck dinner at a park, where the kids can run around and play while the grown-ups can eat and socialize. (Or, in our case, Tim can try to keep Weston entertained on the playground, following him around and swinging him and holding his hand to help him walk on uncertain terrain, while Jean can sit at a picnic table and chat with her girlfriends. Yay Tim!) On Monday, we decided to include a little Easter Egg Hunt for the kids in addition to the potluck. Check it out:

First, a few of the moms got their kids together for a photo, and then other kids joined in (slightly chaotically, of course):

Once the kids were positioned, one sort of tumbled over and started rolling (see far left), and another sort of got accidentally bonked with a basket and was not too thrilled (see fifth from left):
Finally, the kids were upright and moderately content, and one was even sporting a lovely basket-hat (see far right), so all the parents snapped pictures very quickly. I would just like to point out the very cute, bright spring attire that all the kids are wearing, except for Weston, who is wearing his black rock star shirt (awww yeeeaaah):

And then they were off! A few of the moms had scattered eggs around a grassy area of the park, and once the kids were released from their photo shoot, all hell broke loose (observe the insanity):

A couple knife fights and some tear gas later, Weston tracked down his first egg - a shiny blue gem:

Ooooh, and then it was Lucky Green!!

I looked to see the last couple of riot policemen bidding us a Happy Easter and then heading off to the SWAT truck:

"Hey Weston, look, the police are gone now. Go beat up this little kid to get his eggs." Yep, that's how we roll in SoCal.

Success!

It was a good time. Except for the kid whose eggs those used to be.