We went back to Cedar Rapids last weekend ostensibly to celebrate Easter. We also missed the Linges because we hadn't seen them since the middle of February; everyone was excited to see Bobby. We haven't gone to church on Easter since... I can't remember the last time. It has developed into more of a celebration of Spring for us, however. We seemed to have drifted toward Paganism without me even realizing. For Sunday Easter brunch, courtesy of Aunt Marti, we had Champagne (even the good stuff, Veuve Clicquot), mimosas, bloody maries, and lots of brunch food, including the Danish pancake, ebilskiver. And now, I am growing to discover, Easter is also an opportunity to photograph our children wearing outfits celebrating Spring.
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| Bobby with his cousin Hendrik cheesing for the camera. |
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| Bobby with his custom Easter basket, overstuffed with Spring toys, given by Nainai. |
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| I'll be up there with you soon, Hendrik, says Bob. |
I spent a few extra days in Cedar Rapids after Easter while Christine went back to work in the salt mines of Chicago. The eastern Iowa weather this week was lovely, so I fed Bobby on the back porch of Foxwood, my mom's house.
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| Paternity leave in the Spring. |
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