Bermuda Easter 2014

One of the projects I promised to do was put together a snapshot of Bermuda pics and traditions for a friend for her school class.  I immediately thought of this when I looked at our pictures from this past Easter.  Bermuda has its own traditions when it comes to Easter.  Kite flying on Good Friday is one of them.

I just love the idea of enjoying the beach and the serenity of those aquamarine seas on an April day.  I promise I did not edit that pic for color.  This was Elbow Beach.



Kite flying can be hard work.  Look at the worry on this face.



Of course, once it's up in the air - pure glee.



We also still do the same things we used to do back in the USA - an Easter egg hunt with friends..



A full basket of candy for me to inspect.



Getting dressed up for a big meal - one I did not have to cook.. yay!  As much as I love drooling over what everyone else makes for this holiday, and admiring all the beautiful table settings and desserts, I did not have it in me to do anything except hit the brunch at one of the restaurants on the island.  This pregnancy is really doing a number on me.  I am wiped out. 

Four more months to go!

weekend recap

After being out of commission for so long, it felt good having such a nice weekend.

Friday (which in my mind kick starts the weekend) began with wacky hair day at camp. Easy enough.

That evening, we went out for dinner at Blackbeard's Hideout in St. Georges. I'm smiling, but it was in spite of the food. Sorry. I wasn't very happy, and I'm usually pretty forgiving about pub fare. It's a pretty view of Achilles Bay, and I really wanted to love it, especially since it's so close to home. Alas, it was not meant to be. Maybe they were having a bad night. But I'll never understand how food can come out bad when you've only got a three tables of people to serve.

I'm a little more relaxed about bedtimes in the summer. When we got home, instead of rushing about to take baths and start the bedtime routine, we just hung out on the deck and watched the sunset.

And took the last pictures of Jordan before his big haircut. Ignore the shrek foot there on the banister.

Jordan is quite prolific these days. After his haircut on Saturday, he felt the need to document the experience. These are his diary notes which he posted on my living room wall.

They read:

"I got the worst hair cut today. Hot water in my hair. It was burning to the chair."

It's a good thing I document everything too. I took a camera pic to mark what reality actually looked like. Clearly, this child is being tortured.

Saturday night, and back on the deck.

On Sunday, we were all about hitting the beach.

Short hair comes in handy now. Especially given the scheduled activities...

riding the waves...

striking a pose...

burying daddy...

playing some frisbee...

feeding the birds...

techie-techie-ing ...

and of course...nap time.

Yay summer!