We are an Easter People

We headed up to my in-laws on Holy Saturday to begin our Easter preparations. Anni oversaw the egg boiling with Nonna (which is good, because last year our beautiful eggs were all undercooked!)

The girls carefully picked out their eggs and decorated them to their hearts content with the wax crayons.



Colette dyed this orange one, and, holding it in her sweet hands proclaimed, "I made dis one for Papa!" It then rolled out of her hands and smacked onto the ground.

Luckily, it was salvageable, and we kept it safe until Papa made it home from the Easter Vigil rehearsal. Cracks or no cracks, he claimed it was delicious.

Two more eggs bit the dust in very similar if slightly more destructive ways, but the rest of the batch went swimmingly.

Easter Sunday came bright and early after a night filled with a cranky toddler who couldn't seem to get comfortable. But, you know, Easter seems to heal all wounds.

After Mass where we amazingly managed to stay in our pew the whole time, albeit with some extra chatter from the littlest, we had lunch and snuggled in for a little rest.

Then came Easter egg hunting! Anni was going, going, going, and Colette was excited to find them, but even more excited to discover that there were things inside the eggs.

Finally, we settled in for an Easter feast to wrap up our weekend.

Alleluia!