Did you go easter egg hunting as a kid?
I did not. Growing up in a very Christian household my biggest concern was actually how cute I was going to be for Easter Sunday. My mom would take me to get my dress weeks in advance, it would usually consist of something excessively flowery, white patent leather shoes and maybe even something special like a hat or gloves. My biggest worry was whether or not it would be too cold for my brand new dress.
In the past we have taken the boys to breakfast with the Easter bunny but that started to get more and more expensive as the years went on. This year, I got an email in my inbox promoting a easter egg hunt at the fire museum. I didn’t even hesitate because my youngest is currently (and always has been) obsessed with everything firetrucks. We MUST stop and wave at the firemen as they go by, we MUST stop and acknowledge the trucks as they go by. He has several (noisy) firetrucks at home so being in the fire museum was perfect. Plus the tickets were pretty reasonable too.
Although we left the house on time, we ended up at the museum late. I don’t know why but I can never get my bearings downtown NYC. I think its the lack of numbers honestly–too many named streets! When we arrived we were given fire hats and were sent upstairs to find the eggs!
However when we reached the second floor, the eggs were really hard to find! Granted we were 30 minutes late and it was totally our fault but man, it was a bit of a disaster area. There were eggshells strewn everywhere, and we were able to grab 9 out of the 12 promised eggs. I was happy with this. The boys didn’t do the math–they were honestly SO happy to get permission to eat candy they were in heaven. The candy included milky ways, jellybeans (of course) and those
There was also characters! The look on my son’s face was priceless when he saw two of his favorite Disney princesses in the flesh. Anna from Frozen and Snow White were greeting the kids and Josh was more than happy to take pictures with them, the youngest refused, not sure why but I don’t ask questions with these two. 🙂
However when it came to the “Hot Dog” mascots of the fire house, the little guys didn’t hesitate to jump in his arms.
One of the things that my eldest and my husband both love to do is color. So while they enjoyed the coloring pages and crayons provided for us, the little guy and I took a walk around the museum.
After all the fun was over, we bought 2 noisy toy firetrucks (of course), and headed back to Brooklyn for some Shake Shack.
Not the healthiest choice but it was a pretty amazing meal, nobody does burgers and fries like Shake Shack.