easter. a magical time of marshmallows and chocolate and pastels and candy and eggs and plastic and . . . .
ug. easter is kind of gross when you take all the spiritual imagery out of it. this year krispin and i discussed what we can do for ramona to help her know what an important day of celebration it is for christians. and as much nostalgia as we have for our own childhoods full of easter baskets and egg hunts, we all realize that it makes for a certain sense of confusion when we try to cram a bunch of holy rituals into a sugar-coma crazed day.
but besides that pressing theological question, we had a lovely and relaxing easter with the whole family.
here is a picture of ramona in her easter dress (she had three–this is the one grammi bought her and the one i was
forced chose to dress her in on the big day):
what a cute baby.
you would never guess that this happy creature could have slept 12 hours last night and is now screaming bloody murder all through her afternoon nap. sigh. babies are anything if not consistent.
here is a more up-to-the minute pic: