This past year, even Kate got an Easter egg hunt.
Just one egg though. I said egg, not eggs.
We put it just out of reach. Every time she almost got a hold of it, the egg would roll just out of reach again. M and I were evil, cruel parents who sat and watched. And laughed at her.
I refuse to feel guilty. That's what you get when you're 9 months old and still don't know how to crawl.
However. What we did to Claire when she was one month old, I may occasionally feel twinges of guilt about: