The Easter story
Our family's take on Easter is a tricky one. We're all agnostics so we don't get into the Christian rituals; none of us like crass commercialism so we don't do the Easter Bunny (or even Bilby thing) either. We're all into sustainability, limiting our carbon footprints and getting into whole foods, minimising refined sugar and processed food etc......... which means making up our family's Easter story is a challenge.
We started at Weston Park, the only place left in Canberra with green grass - great to roll around on. 
Rob & A. tried to ascertain where the choo choo train was, in the case a ride might eventuate later.
Little A. learnt how to kick a soccer ball with the big boys.
Big O talked to the swans about our Easter dilemma.
Miss E weighed up whether she would feed the swans her piece of Great-Granny's coconut cake or eat it herself. She wisely decided to eat it herself.
One last kick before the Easter egg hunt.
By following the green string lines - woven all through the gum trees, the boys found glittery, pretty, pastel coloured, non edible eggs. It was quite an exciting process 'cos the string actually made it quite dangerous for the boys to navigate and not trip over, and at one stage the circulation to big O's hand was placed at risk by having the string so tightly wound around his wrist.
Little A found yellow ones which was lucky 'cos that is one of the words in his rapidly expanding vocabulary.
Miss E thought her pretty pink glittery one was rather entrancing (better than her dummy!).
Luckily, at the end of the hunt big O found the real deal - the proper chocolate version (all natural ingredients).
Miss Ella doesn't know about chocolate yet and was thrilled with the growing number of Autumn leaves in the park.
And walking around and around with her favourite Mummy.
Little A. learnt how to kick a soccer ball with the big boys.
Big O talked to the swans about our Easter dilemma.
Miss E weighed up whether she would feed the swans her piece of Great-Granny's coconut cake or eat it herself. She wisely decided to eat it herself.
One last kick before the Easter egg hunt.
By following the green string lines - woven all through the gum trees, the boys found glittery, pretty, pastel coloured, non edible eggs. It was quite an exciting process 'cos the string actually made it quite dangerous for the boys to navigate and not trip over, and at one stage the circulation to big O's hand was placed at risk by having the string so tightly wound around his wrist.
Little A found yellow ones which was lucky 'cos that is one of the words in his rapidly expanding vocabulary.
Miss E thought her pretty pink glittery one was rather entrancing (better than her dummy!).
Luckily, at the end of the hunt big O found the real deal - the proper chocolate version (all natural ingredients). 
Miss Ella doesn't know about chocolate yet and was thrilled with the growing number of Autumn leaves in the park.
And walking around and around with her favourite Mummy.
1 comment:
I'm very jealous of the boys Jude. The only hunting I did around Easter was for my car keys. Managed to find them though, and I didn't even need any string!
String is for wusses.
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