easter sunday

Alleluia! He is Risen!

Our egg hunting... a bit competitive and over very quickly. Now all that chocolate is just begging to be eaten. But not the hard-boiled eggs. Funny, that.

eggs

They go in white. They come out coloured. It really is that amazing.

good friday

the crosses go up // Jesus in the tomb // a rock rolled in front // now we wait

holy thursday

(Not pictured are the events of Crazy Tuesday when, after almost FORTY DAYS of this Easter Garden sitting within easy access, Henry could no longer control his little self and flung dirt and grass all over the dining room. Jerusalem was a mess. Henry was, eventually, apologetic.)

palm sunday

Here comes a stubbly Jesus, riding on his over-sized donkey, while all the scribbly pink people (and the big pajama-ed boys) shout, "Hosanna! Glory to God in the Highest!"

And that's what happens on Palm Sunday.

another meeting

... with the Chungs. This time, Annie slapped Dejan. A loud, open-handed slap on those delicious cheeks of his. She just couldn't resist. We're sorry, Dejan.

bub-scrubbin'