I’ve been a bit quiet on my blog lately, but just because things are quiet here, doesn’t mean that it’s quiet anywhere else in my life. Work has been crazy busy and family life has become very complicated with baseball, exams, drama practice, and scouting–not to mention two Spring breaks. But, at least it’s an improvement over last year, when we had three different Spring breaks to juggle. I guess it’s understandable then when, a week before Easter, we still didn’t make any plans for Easter Sunday. In our family, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year celebrations are usually split between my house, my sister-in-law’s house, and my parents’ house. Easter is the one holiday we all just wait and see who’s going to step up–it’s kind of like a game of chicken. Whoever blinks first is the one who gets to host it. As Easter Sunday was fast approaching and no one stepping up, I began to consider that maybe Juan and I should host. But, when I looked at my overgrown backyard lawn, my untidy house, and growing piles of laundry, and then considered the fact that our family needed to be at church by 6:30 a.m. for the older kids to assist at mass, I knew I would rather let an Easter celebration pass me by, than volunteer to have our families over dinner. I did not blink.
Alleluia, my mother and sister-in-law did!
So, that is how I found myself with two Easter celebration invitations. We chose to go to my parents house, since we spent last Easter with my in-laws. With my parents hosting, I offered to get the kids to dye eggs for the hunt. What was I thinking? Once upon a time, when I had three little kids and I had Martha Stewart ambition, I would organize a night of egg dying and Easter sugar cookie decorating. Today, I have three teenagers who have no interest in doing anything with hard boiled eggs, and I have one 7 year-old who would rather be outside playing on our neighbor’s trampoline than inside coloring eggs. Whew!
Olivia and Erica coloring Easter eggs, Easter 2004.
Olivia and Nico decorating Easter sugar cookies.
But, I still felt I owed Diego some kind of Easter cooking/coloring experience. I was at the farmers’ market when I saw these beauties.
Fresh strawberries the size of an egg.
All of a sudden I had a Martha Stewart moment. I decided to dip strawberries instead of dying eggs. I thought this was a brilliant idea! No one in my family likes hard-boiled eggs anyway, and who doesn’t like to eat strawberries, especially when they are dipped in white chocolate and sprinkled with Easter candy decorations? I think we have a new tradition to add to the whoever-blinks-first-gets-to-host-Easter contest.
Dipping the berries.
The finished product.
It’s good to have new traditions because other family Easter traditions have died out. My kids used to dress up for Easter. When Nico was two years-old I dressed him in this cute seersucker suit that my mom made for my younger brother.
Nico looked so cute as a blonde baby dressed in his Easter suit.
I kept that tradition going when I dressed up Diego in the same suit one Easter.
Diego, Easter 2007. Seersucker Suit, Easter 1976.
I liked dressing the kids in coordinating Easter outfits when they were younger.
Easter 2004. Blue and Green is the theme.
Last Easter was probably the last time I’ll ever get any of my kids to wear anything coordinating. Nico officially HATES this!
I promise I won't make you do this ever again.
This year, Diego was the only child I could
coerce encourage into wearing something nice.
He took off his tie was off as soon as we got to my parents’ house and he saw his cousins. Bathing suits were the attire of day. Besides, you can move faster in the egg hunt when you run barefoot through the grass.
Diego on the hunt.
Another tradition in my family that was resurrected this Easter (hehe) was the time-honored egg hunt with the special prize in the plastic egg. We used to hunt eggs, hard-boiled and plastic. The plastic eggs were the best since they usually had money in them or a note which said sometime like this, “Go see Uncle John for your special prize.” The special prize could be anything from a candy bar to a dollar bill.
Egg Hunt preparations by my mom and grandmother.
Well, this year my cousin Michael had a stop over from Japan on his way to North Carolina, so he stayed for Easter dinner. The kids love him, especially since he always seems to be on some kind of adventure, and he seems to have the resources to go on these adventures. This year we filled the plastic eggs with notes directing the kids to get their special $5 prize from Michael. We put several notes like this in the eggs. We figured Michael was good for at least $40.
Egg hunt preparations by my mom and a new generation.
My nephew got the first note and took it to Michael. Michael read the note and took out his wallet. The next note was retrieved by my other nephew. Michael read it and said, “I’m insulted. If you are going to ask me for money, why don’t you ask me for something worthwhile!” Hah. The joke was on us. Michael took out a large denomination bill, ripped it into four pieces and gave each of his nephews a piece. He then told them they needed to work together to figure out how to share the money. My nephew cried. Nico and his cousin organized themselves, taped up the bill and decided the next day that Nico would go to the bank and get change so they could share the money. How do you like that? An egg hunt and a a lesson in cooperation. A new tradition.
Dad in his Easter bonnet. Also makes a good hiding spot for the Easter eggs.
Hope you and your family had a wonderful Easter/Passover, filled with all kinds of new and old traditions!