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.

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.

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.