The best spring breaks wrap up with Easter weekend...much more time to fit in all the joy.Our greatest accomplishment was staging a relatively meaningful Holy Week: using all of the Primary pictures, we kept a timeline of the Savior's last week hanging on the mantle, and beginning with Palm Sunday, held discussions, watched videos or play-acted the week: the Trimphal Entry, cleansing of the temple, the parables (the Ten Virgins was a BIG hit), ate our own version of Passover dinner Thursday night lying on cushions on the living room floor as the sun set, attempting to explain the Sacrament, Betrayal, Gethsemane and the Atonement as far as our feeble abilities would allow.
Easter Eve was incredibly blustery (check out Tigger and Pooh flying by!), but that afternoon we joined hundreds of others around the soccer fields of Bison Park and hunted down plastic eggs with the best of 'em...
by 9 that night, we were all worn down with errands and fun, but egg dying cannot be forsaken! The littles mustered as much as enthusiasm as they could, dunked a few, then ran to the comfort only blankets and pillows can provide as they fell asleep in front of "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark." Getting them to bed before a certain visitor came to call was a load of work, but nothing unusual for a break week.
The blessed bun did his work yet again...unnaturally-colored peeps, Cadbury eggs, M&M eggs, and miniature bunnies for all, along with the traditional offering of new flicks: "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" for Ty, "Planet 151" for Shane, "The Fantastic Mr. Fox" for Eve, "Princess and the Frog" for Gracie.
The family hunt Easter morning was again breezy, but nothing a sturdy Crawford child wearing a jacket couldn't handle. A gorgeous day for Easter: I'm a fan of General Conference, but really do hate to miss the whole Easter-dress-up extravaganza, because I'm shallow like that.
The eldest egg-hunter.
Fox in the multi-colored egg-laying hen house.
Easter bounty!
We wrapped up our marvelously mellow day at Aunt Diane's for a fantastic dinner: great food, great company (all the Prusse's except for Collin), Kathy Prusse, Grandma and Grandpa Crawford and Grandma K. ANOTHER EGG HUNT. These fantastic sugar cookies, courtesy of Camille. Enough coconut cake and lemon cream cheese cupcakes to make you sick for a week. Small price to pay for an Eastertide this grand.
Easter Eve was incredibly blustery (check out Tigger and Pooh flying by!), but that afternoon we joined hundreds of others around the soccer fields of Bison Park and hunted down plastic eggs with the best of 'em...
by 9 that night, we were all worn down with errands and fun, but egg dying cannot be forsaken! The littles mustered as much as enthusiasm as they could, dunked a few, then ran to the comfort only blankets and pillows can provide as they fell asleep in front of "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark." Getting them to bed before a certain visitor came to call was a load of work, but nothing unusual for a break week.
The blessed bun did his work yet again...unnaturally-colored peeps, Cadbury eggs, M&M eggs, and miniature bunnies for all, along with the traditional offering of new flicks: "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" for Ty, "Planet 151" for Shane, "The Fantastic Mr. Fox" for Eve, "Princess and the Frog" for Gracie.
The family hunt Easter morning was again breezy, but nothing a sturdy Crawford child wearing a jacket couldn't handle. A gorgeous day for Easter: I'm a fan of General Conference, but really do hate to miss the whole Easter-dress-up extravaganza, because I'm shallow like that.
The eldest egg-hunter.
Fox in the multi-colored egg-laying hen house.
Easter bounty!
We wrapped up our marvelously mellow day at Aunt Diane's for a fantastic dinner: great food, great company (all the Prusse's except for Collin), Kathy Prusse, Grandma and Grandpa Crawford and Grandma K. ANOTHER EGG HUNT. These fantastic sugar cookies, courtesy of Camille. Enough coconut cake and lemon cream cheese cupcakes to make you sick for a week. Small price to pay for an Eastertide this grand. 
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