We had our first Easter Egg hunt of the season. We do it early to get the egg hunting out of the kids' system. Then we can actually focus on Christ during the Easter season instead of painted eggs and bunny rabbits. Now that Scooch is 11 months old he's getting quite heavy and I had to put him down. He's cruising around a picnic table with a stick in his hand. I take my eyes off of him to help Kiwi and when I turn back around he is now sitting on the ground with something crumbly. Something dark and crumbly...I thought I had scoured the area for harmful materials, but I guess I missed the piece of dog crap he was about to munch on. I'm still pretty disgusted. I don't think he managed to get any in his mouth, but EEW!