Easterish

Okay. Maybe we got just a little bit Easterish after all.

1. The bunny's bum pancakes as spied on Pinterest.

2. The rabbit's foot pancakes as invented in our kitchen this week end.

 

 3. Bunny's bum and rabbits' feet pancakes with ice cream for breakfast. This is a once a year day!

 4. An embarrassment of chocolate and long ears for all. We were one egg short when the bunny went to dole out the booty on Easter eve so one big boy got an I.O.U. from the bunny. ( I suspect there had been a raid on the big high cupboard but have taken the path of least resistance and claimed responsibility for not thinking clearly at the supermarket. Imagine such a thing!)

 5. An embarrassment of sugar or maybe just enormous excitement in the bloodstream of the short one. This year Bunny trumped Santa!

 6. Ye ol' talcum powder bunny prints as delivered at midnight every easter. It never gets old!

7. My favourite ritual and family celebration of the year spent with my favourite people in glorious sunshine and all I had to bake was cupcakes!!!

Happy easter week end to you all!

The Ghost of Easters Past

So here we are at Easter already. 

Another year is speeding by like a 15 year old bombing a sick hill on his Bustin Mechanic. 

(Trans. :- boy skateboarding with unnecessary speed down a steep bitumen road.) Note how I try to fit in with the local dialect around here?

This year I feel very happy to see Easter. 

Two years ago I came home from hospital on Easter Sunday. Two days ago I got a big pat on the back and congratulations from my surgeon for getting to the third year and past the danger zone. I'm laying both arms firmly on wood as I type this.

Last year I kept remembering the year before. This year I'm celebrating being here on THIS day regardless of what the future brings. 

There have been no beautiful crafty Easter things unless you count the fifty or so roboturkeys made with year 8's before the holidays. I glazed mine in a pseudo Bitossi orange but didn't get it out of the kiln in time for this Easter.

Next year.

It's been good to enjoy home without the rush of school lunches and the guilt of after school care.
We've done a lot in two weeks. The small one has taken to having a brekkie tea some days with me out the front with the nanna tea set.

We have loitered around GOMA a lot and been back to see the animal sculptures in the Falling Back to Earth exhibition more than once. If you're local it is well worth the visit just for the serenity of that blue lake and the photo opportunities.

BYO animal.

 It's free for all the under 13's which makes it very economical for such a big exhibition. While you're there, the upper level houses an eclectic exhibition of all the State year 12 finalists for the Excellence in Art Award in 1013. If there's one thing kiddos will look at in an art gallery, it's other kiddos' art.

Like many valiant parents, I also survived the Lego movie. There were bits I laughed out loud at, others I felt intimately familiar with and parts where the five year old was burrowing her face into my shoulder in response to the sensory overload. SO many spots! If you did it in 3D or LSD, I respect but do not envy you.

None of this is very Easterish. In fact the only Easterish thing around here is the stash of eggs in the Big-High-Cupboard. It's been more about seeing some truly good friends, hanging out with my children and family, making memories and enjoying this beautiful city. The weather is sublime, the company even warmer and the next year lies undiscovered and full of hope and new life.

Happy Easter to you all!

Eggstra, eggstra!

T'was the night before Easter and all through the house...

not a creature was stirring eggcept Mother who may have been assembling roughly crafted Easter baskets for the slack teens....

 and crawling about the patio with a bowl of talcum powder to give the lady next door something to ponder.

 The feathery girls down the back have been eggceptionally prolific of late so there were many eggs...

to be boiled and dyed and consumed. Is it just me or does this egg look like Dr Lala just removed an organ from somebodies innards?

We like to buff ours up with a bit of paper towel and olive oil to bring  out the colour in their cheeks.

Of course there is still an egg hunt although the older ones had to be suppressed from finding them all straight away whilst Shorty Divine ran very fast from shrub to succulent in a frenzy of egg gathering.

The counting of the twenty eggs  is of vital importance eggspecially as we like to hide and rehide them until they get a bit crushed and soft. Curiously, after finding 120 eggs, there always seem to be just twenty in the kitty. Eggs here are not kept by individuals but always donated to the egg kitty to be divided up later. We follow Mother's Rule of Eggstrapolatory Eggodynamics-  the total number of eggs is always divisible by the total number of eggsplorers. Even Steven!

Lala suggested we make Easter potatoes too. After all they are ovoid so they too can be eggsamples of eggdom. 

This cut down on peeling time and made for rather pretty spuds.

They lost their  colour but tasted great with some bush herbs and posh salt.

 There's that pyrex bowl again. I just can't use it enough!

Hope you all had a restful and pleasant Easter with no chocolate headaches.