Easter 2014

Passover Seder

For the last few years, our community group has been gathering for a Passover Seder dinner on Maundy Thursday. It's so meaningful to participate in this rich tradition and to think about what Christ was doing during his final hours before crucifixion.

Adam reads.

The Seder involves a lot of somewhat complicated symbolic elements. Managing them and all of our kids is quite a feat. So worth it though for them to grow up with this practice.

Gus wants to know if it's time to take another sip. "Next year in Jerusalem!"

Coloring Eggs

In the SF Bay Area, in the year 2014, parents color eggs using natural, organic products such as beets and blueberries. Preferably you would color your eggs in beautiful vintage glassware with some Anthropologie crockery looming in the background so as to make your pictures more Pinterst worthy.

At the very least, one should buy a box of all-natural colors from Whole Foods and stage the table a little.

Unless you just had your third child, in which case you buy a cheap Paz box of toxic color at Target and call it "retro." Be sure to use cheap Solo cups so there is minimal cleanup involved.

Park Egg Hunt

Our church has been holding an Easter Egg hunt in a park on the Saturday before Easter.

Gus's age bracket was pumped for eggs.

Victory.

Little less competition in Lu's bracket.

Each year I try to get a nice family shot while we're all in our Easter finery. This year I did it after church...which meant that Lu had cream cheese on her dress and Greger was in a MOOD.

By the time we tried to add the parents in, there was no consoling Greger.

This is pretty much my life in a nutshell right now. Only my hair is usually messier and my expression more dazed.

We took the pics with Adam last. He didn't ever really have a chance...

...the kids were DONE with pictures.

So Greger napped while the big kids hunted for eggs.

Counting eggs.

Breaking into their baskets.

The spectator seats

It's possible that one child ate her chocolate and then raided her brother's basket for his chocolate that he was carefully saving. I'll never tell.