This is the bread of affliction which our ancestors ate in the land of Egypt; let those who are hungry, enter and eat thereof, and all who are in distress come and celebrate the Passover.

The morning of (our) first day of Passover (we started Wednesday instead of Monday because it just worked better for us!) was exciting from the moment Shana opened her eyes.  A big huge present in her bed!


Inside was another present.  And inside that another.  And another.  And several layers later, she got the smallest of a set of matrioshka dolls–we’ve been giving her one a year every Passover.

Kenan got a surprise too.  A little red keepah.  Actually I got one too, a nice blue one.  And with my new short haircut, it actually stayed on my head.


Most of the day was spent preparing for the seder.  (Actually most of the past week or two was spent the same way).  Here’s Grandma sharing some special time making matzah balls with Shana.


We had a great Passover this year.  Fifteen people, including four kids.  Passover is really for kids, and we tend to not have very many (because the seder runs really late!) so we were glad to have Shana’s best friend Abbi and her brother Matthias.  It was a fun group with a good mix of people who’d never been to a seder before and others who had, and plenty of questions–which is the most important thing to have at a seder!

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Shana asked the four questions this year with help from some finger puppets.


By the time the dishes were done and the last guests out of the house it was nearly midnight and Shana was still wired (Kenan was asleep).  Somehow we got her to bed before we collapsed ourselves.

Breakfast the day after a Passover seder is traditionally leftover Matzah Ball Soup.  And lunch.  And supper.  And the next day.  Until we’re sufficiently recovered or the leftovers are gone, whichever comes second.

Next year in Jerusalem!