Happy McEaster

Yes, we went to McDonald's for breakfast this lovely Easter morning. We never go to McDonald's. But this might just become a tradition.

You can see from this picture that even our young children sense this is not the most classy thing to do to celebrate the resurrection of Christ.

"Huh. McDonald's, eh? Okay, you're the boss..."


Our main goal today was to avoid crowds. The problem is that every place that's open (i.e. churches and restaurants) is super-crowded. So we tried to think of the tackiest thing to do on Easter hoping that it would leave us lonely. Our answers: McDonald's and bowling. Bowling was closed; McD's was open.

Our plan worked pretty well. Proof: As we walked in, Daphne said, "Where are all the kids?"





It was a strange Easter. Normally I would be singing in the choir for the 9:30 and 11am services at our church, but since I'm still recovering from straining my back, we thought it would be a bad idea for me to sit/stand that long. We also knew that simply attending one of those services would be anything but simple, due to the aformentioned crowding issue--our church has a big music to-do at 9:30 and 11 with the huge choir, brass from the Oregon Symphony, etc--and there is very limited parking and seating on even a regular old Sunday. So we opted for the freakishly early 8am service, which wasn't overcrowded at all. But after that we had tons of time to kill before we met up with family after the 11am service. That's when we hit the McPancakes and McBreakfast McBurritos, and of course the McPlayPlace.

Then, disappointed to find that bowling was closed (yes, it was a long-shot to begin with), we stopped in at the local Fred Meyer and let the kids play in the toy aisle.



And then we had a great time at Grammy and Grandpa's house in the afternoon.


James is holding a cherry tomato that came out of his Easter egg. Probably not enough to counteract the McDonald's from earlier, but worth a try.

Daphne hid James' eggs and then helped him open them.


A fun, strange, and memorable Easter. Truly, what more can you ask for?