the squibix family blog

First, we went to church. Our start date of quarter past eight for child preparation was just right to get us there in time for the 9:30 service. In our defense, we did have a little further to travel than on past Easters: in a break with precedent we abandoned our usual holiday allegiance to my childhood church and went to the Greater Boston Vineyard—which is fair since we're there all the other Sundays of the year. The boys like it because there are bagels.

Then it was on to the party, the focus of all our activity for the last two weeks. The egg hunt went off wonderfully, though Harvey was too distraught (at life in general) to take part. Also I didn't take any pictures, which is a shame, but you can imagine how festive it was to watch the kids in their Easter finery scurrying around to find each of Leah's 170 lovingly prepared plastic eggs.

Our other prepared activity—I say our, but it was all Leah's doing—was decorating white rubber duckies with sharpies. The combination of permanent markers and Easter clothes was a tricky one, but luckily we had plenty of smocks in the house: that's what happens when you let it be known that you'll accept no-longer-needed t-shirts from family, friends, and distant acquaintances.

There was also a lot of food. We all ate a considerably amount—perhaps more than we should have, even if Harvey was the only one to actually vomit from overeating. I don't think he really felt sick, it was just that there was too much food in his stomach so at some point the extra needed to be expelled more expeditiously than we would have preferred. It was probably for the best, actually.

All in all it was a great day. Let's do it again next year.