So I’ve already admitted that we don’t have a lot of traditions for Easter and before anyone starts nominating me for the “Fuddie Dud Mommy of the Year Award”, let me say that we do have a few fun things we do each year.
One is making Cascarones, or Confetti Eggs. A couple of months before Easter, we start saving our egg shells. We don’t blow them out, we just very carefully poke them with a knife on the pointed end until the shell begins to brake. Then we take just enough of the shell off to shake the egg out. We rinse them and then save them. Sometime before Easter we get them out and decorate them and fill with confetti. Some years we glue tissue paper over the hole, some years we put tape over the holes and this year, we just left them open.
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| Benjamin’s “oh, no!” look! |
We colored about 2 dz eggs. This year I really wanted to try dying them with natural dyes, but it just didn’t happen. But there was still alot of fun and silliness.
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| Gabriel lamenting the tough choices over how to decorate his eggs! |
Each year we host an Easter party at our home. Everyone is invited. We usually have a great mix of people. It all started when we moved to Ft. Worth for Carl to go to Seminary. We moved just a few weeks before Easter and knew no one. A couple we had met invited us to visit their church and we went and we liked it. However, the couple then proceeded to firm up plans to go out to lunch with several other couples and no one invited us. Normally, this is not a big deal to us, we don’t have to be included in everyone’s parties. But this was a very lonely time for us and the slight was extremely hurtful. I’m sure it was not intentional and I don’t harbor bad feelings at all, but it was the beginning of a “tradition” for us. So for the last 15 years, no matter where we have lived or the size of our home, we have an Easter get together and have a open door policy.
However, this year there were no guests, just us. Esther and Phoebe have been sick and while Phoebe was all better by Sunday, Esther was not. This is why there is a lack of the girls appearing the Easter pictures.
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| This is where we girls spent most of the weekend. |
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| Oh, did I hear a camera… here, let me smile. |
