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Sunny holiday weekend!

In accordance with long-standing tradition, the kids and I dyed Easter eggs on Friday afternoon, in preparation for our family egg hunt the following day. The thing is, when you’ve got as many kids as I do, you need a whole lot of eggs; we had just under five dozen (I had used four eggs to bake cookies), and I can assure you that it takes quite a while to get that many eggs colored, even with a lot of helpers.

Egg-dyeing

I’m not sure of the reason behind Yrsa’s expression here, but it’s a great picture and an accidentally lovely egg, to boot.

Egg-dyeing

Påskris

While I got the dye ready to go, the girls busied themselves decorating our “Easter tree” (known as påskris in Swedish), and I think they were as pleased with that as they were with the eggs. The best part of Easter, however–apart from the ten-day break from school–is hunting the eggs on Saturday. As usual, it was my four younger kids and their cousin, Knut, searching out what Olof and I had hidden around Farmor and Farfar’s yard. The dogs, of course, were on hand to help, and Asbjørn was eager to assist in devouring the spoils afterward.

Egghunt!

Egghunt!

The reward