The Easter Weekend That Was

I’m trying really hard to remember that not every occasion has to be an event.

This is especially hard when you blog on the regular because then every occasion really is an event that you could blog about. Take Easter for example. I had to really resist the urge to dust out bunny foot prints, craft up pretty eggs, bake an Easter cake with all the toppings and do an Easter egg hunt of epic proportions. To avoid thinking about place settings and table decorations because, well, we weren’t even having anyone over for Easter lunch so what the hell is actually wrong with me?

I really struggle with the need to make everything worth sharing. It’s something that I know I struggle with so I try and keep it down to a rational level. But no matter how hard I try, some things still make my eye twitch.  Like the kids dressing themselves in the most obscurely patterned outfits your poor eyes ever did see. This feeling is 5 times worse if I had planned on taking the big camera out with us for the day. How pathetic am I that I wouldn’t share some pictures because I feel like their clothes were not well thought out enough?  It’s not like I want you to think that we live the most perfect life per say (I think I’m quite open about real life stuff), but when I share it on Insta it kind of needs to look beautiful. Why? Well because no one bothers to like it if you don’t.

On the Instagram note though. I can’t even look at another post asking me to turn on my notifications. Firstly, Instagram seem to be figuring that out, secondly I don’t particularly want to add more time wasting notifications to my phone and thirdly, and probably most importantly, if I was going to turn it on for you, I would have done it without you begging me. Maybe I’m an awful person, but when you basically beg me to follow your every move it makes me worried about your need for validation and it makes me consider unfollowing you altogether. It’s a sign of our times I know, and one that I often find myself falling into (the quest for numbers) but I’m just so over it.

Anyway, rant over.

In spite of un-Instagram worthy attire and quite a few chocolate induced tantrums, we made it through the weekend with a smile on our faces.  And I thought I would share some of those moments with you here.

Instead of our usual family lunch at one of the Aunties houses, we went to Moyo at Kirstenbosch for lunch.  It was lovely and the kids ate for free which is even better!  While we were wrapping up the bills and stuff, some of the family went and hid the eggs out in the gardens on behalf of the Easter bunny, despite it being cold, the kids had a ball trying to find all the eggs.

We then said that they could choose just one thing to eat now. All the kids took their little egg, but Knox?  Oh no, he’s a clever little sod, he took the biggest bunny and devoured every last bit of it!

As is becoming a tradition, our kids were blessed with far too many eggs, so when we had our friends over for brunch on the Monday, we did another little egg hunt with them. Sharing is caring and all that

We actually had to clear out a whole shelf for all the eggs to hide in the pantry as we ration them out over the next year or so. If Seth doesn’t find them first

xo