I could tell you about the choir, and the pretty flowers, and the beautiful Story. I could tell you about the lovely ham dinner, and putting actual tulips into my tulipiere vase for the first time, and how our alarm clocks didn’t go off on time, and how we had to scramble to church in the morning. I could tell you about the lemon-coconut cake, and how nervous I was playing the special arrangement of “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” on the organ.
I could tell you about all that.
But I know what you REALLY want to see is cute kids decked out in their Easter clothes. And who am I to resist the demands of my readers?
The kids were thrilled to find the baskets the Easter bunny had left for them. Of course, they pretty much just got to see them in the morning before we hustled them to the car and church. And I mean hustled — we had to eat our breakfast of cinnamon rolls in the car to make it on time.
When we got home, I took them outside for some pictures of the Easter finery. They had fun tromping around the garden, even though it’s not much more than a pile of sticks.
I kept trying to get them to smile at the camera at the same time. Harder than it looks — Eleanor would usually keep her smile long enough for me to snap it, but Jeffrey kept grinning briefly and then darting out of the frame, or look somewhere else.
Have I mentioned how much I love Eleanor’s dress? So springtime-y. I’m a sucker for anything that has a smocked rosebud bodice. She loves any excuse to wear one of her “big dresses.”
In the afternoon, I let the kids handle their chocolate bunnies. Instead of eating them right away, they spent a long time playing “bunny village” with them, and making them hop around and have conversations together. This picture simply cannot capture how adorable this was.
Jeffrey was very enamored of his bunny. He wanted me to take many pictures of him with it . . .
. . . so I was surprised when I glanced away for a moment, and then saw that Jeff’s bunny now looked like this:
Jeffrey said, “Oh, yes, he’s dying. My bunny is suffering.” Suffering, eh? I think he picked up that word from the Easter story he heard in his Primary class at church. I’m not sure if I would want to know how tangled the idea of Easter is to Jeffrey right now — a mishmash of religion and candy.
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Good read! Holidays at it’s best. Cheers!
What happened to poor Eleanor? It looks like she took a nasty fall. Hope she’s ok.
Yup — a few days before Easter, she was running along the sidewalk, tripped, an did a good, old-fashioned face-plant. It was rather upsetting.
On the way back, she said she would be more careful and “run slowly,” and she did — it looked almost as if she were running in slow motion. Brian and I immediately began humming the theme from “Chariots of Fire” and slow-running with her . . . until she tripped and fell again.