Easter weekend photos
Happy Easter to all...
Edith helpfully found both girls' baskets this year. But she was adamant that the three pieces of candy in Alice's basket were for Alice only.
Four years ago we spent Holy Saturday at Tom's friend Sejal's wedding. Edith was just starting to walk. This year we spent Holy Saturday at Sejal's son's first birthday party. There was a hired children's entertainer there, who occasioned a first for Edith: She asked Edith to take the microphone and sing a solo rendition of the ABCs for the assembled guests. Which Edith did. Oh, America...training its children to pursue pop culture celebrity status before they even can read.
After church on Sunday we joined the Pennsylvania cousins for Easter dinner and an egg hunt, thoughtfully tiered to three different age groups. As Alice was in an age bracket by herself, Aunt Susan had cordoned off an area for her private search. She figured out the concept without any instruction and methodically "found" (picked up) all ten eggs and deposited them in her bucket, then brought them proudly to us.
Meanwhile the older cousins were on a more challenging hunt, stretching to the outer reaches of the backyard
As the search grew tougher, Edith called in her tactical advisor for a consultation
5 comments:
an egg wreath! are they real eggs? are the egg-insides still in there or is it just shells? hmmm, shells might be too breakable, so maybe shellacked? or maybe wiser a non-egg-material :)??
Alas, they're some sort of synthetic, lightweight material. But I bet YOU could figure out the natural version (if you had a need for egg wreaths, of course--or maybe a sideline home industry?)
good thinking! :) pinholes and shellac maybe, but hmmmm, durability durability... :)
And imagine blowing the insides out of all those eggs...
ooh, yeah... that'd be tough :)
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