Easter Weekend
Easter weekend began with my favorite Easter treat. I'd never actually thought of making smores with Peeps, but my mother-in-law sent a convenient Peep smores gift pack that gave me everything I needed. The poor things never knew what hit them in the microwave.


Aaron and I spent Easter Sunday with some of my family at their place in Burke. My uncle and aunt prepared a long dining table full of Filipino food and desserts. There were a lot of people there that I didn't know, some relatives I hadn't seen in almost twenty years, and even a relative that I'd never met before. She's been living in Amsterdam for the last eight years. Aaron and I plan on crashing at her place when we visit.


The man sitting next to Aaron is my father's uncle. He loves talking to Aaron whenever we're over there; it's so cute. They had some Philippine rum and cigars out on the deck. He was actually one of my mother's economics professors in college, but she and my father didn't meet until much later.

From left to right: Tita Yoyi, Tito Hector, Anthony, Maria (kneeling), Angela, Tita Grace, Lola Maming (seated), Tito Ony, HJ, me, Aaron, and Lolo Pili.
After eating and the Easter egg hunt for the younger kids, we went inside for - yes, you guessed it - karaoke. No Filipino party would be complete without it. Yes, people were also dancing. I must have filled up our memory card with all the videos I took.

No, I did not sing or dance. I'm not crazy enough to do that in front of family. Friends, yes, but only when drinks are involved.


Aaron and I spent Easter Sunday with some of my family at their place in Burke. My uncle and aunt prepared a long dining table full of Filipino food and desserts. There were a lot of people there that I didn't know, some relatives I hadn't seen in almost twenty years, and even a relative that I'd never met before. She's been living in Amsterdam for the last eight years. Aaron and I plan on crashing at her place when we visit.


The man sitting next to Aaron is my father's uncle. He loves talking to Aaron whenever we're over there; it's so cute. They had some Philippine rum and cigars out on the deck. He was actually one of my mother's economics professors in college, but she and my father didn't meet until much later.

From left to right: Tita Yoyi, Tito Hector, Anthony, Maria (kneeling), Angela, Tita Grace, Lola Maming (seated), Tito Ony, HJ, me, Aaron, and Lolo Pili.
After eating and the Easter egg hunt for the younger kids, we went inside for - yes, you guessed it - karaoke. No Filipino party would be complete without it. Yes, people were also dancing. I must have filled up our memory card with all the videos I took.

No, I did not sing or dance. I'm not crazy enough to do that in front of family. Friends, yes, but only when drinks are involved.

3 Comments:
At 3:59 AM ,
Bill said...
I should meet your Holland-living relative! I'm sure her dutch is pretty good by now. I enjoy your photos, especially as I've now grown tired of seeing only your husband's fencing lament on the other Martz site.
At 3:07 PM ,
Anna Martz said...
Aaron says that he's been messing with Wordpress lately - that's why he hasn't updated. I think he's got questions for you. In any case, I'll get him to post something new. :)
At 9:54 PM ,
Abby said...
Haha.. I love karaoke. I guess all filipinos do. We actually did karaoke at my bridal shower last month and I returned home with my very own karaoke machine.
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