I keep remembering (and forgetting, and remembering again) that Easter’s coming up.
Holidays are often a little tricky as an ExPat (assuming you want to celebrate), but this one is trickier than most. The toddler thing is tripping me up.
Easter Chicks on a Boat by Nickstone333 on Flickr
I’m not convinced Isaac will really understand an egg hunt (though I am willing to revise that stance). He barely understood the Santa thing.
He’s not really into arts and crafts projects, unless it involves splashing paint around. Last time he got hold of one of those cute puffball chicks (yesterday) he tried to eat it.
My lasting, must-have Easter tradition is a Dutch-style brunch (lots of meats, cheeses, breads, and the obligatory Easter coloured eggs), and the annual Egg Battle.
This is not exactly congruous with our current efforts to stop the kid from smashing everything against everything else.
Neil’s tradition is easier: he only demands Hot Cross Buns with Bacon.
Both of us are into a big Easter dinner, which frankly, looks a lot like Sunday lunch, which we’d probably cook up anyhow.
So, maybe it’s time to add something new to the Camp Watkii Easter Tradition Repertoire.