Mother's Day Qing Ming picnic

So most people do Qing Ming in March. But we were not the only ones to do it yesterday. I saw some Chinese Candles by the side of the cemetery road, by the water spigot. It was nice. We got our chicken and Fau yuk, Grace made fried rice, the kids made cards for Grace, and while we had our little picnic, Noah got to learn about the fire. I thought I would let him tend to it, but it became a little much and he really only got to to stir it at the end. I brought a lot more paper money this time because it wasn't just for my parents, but for Uncle Francis, Uncle Tommy, Aunt Anne, but then you could say it's all pretend anyway. But what wasn't pretend was that more paper on the fire =stronger fire. a tree that had been small last year actually was big enough to provide shade this year and we sat under that to eat our meal. There were other people around putting Mother's day flowers on the graves.
Somehow all that made us pretty tired.
Mommy created some little fairy gardens to put around the house and Noah had to be punished for among other things, sharpening the stick used to stir the Qing Ming fire into a spear like Odysseus, and attacking Dai Dai.
Da nes were turned into Sup Ji's were turned into meditation, were turned into, "We will forgive your negative points if you just play with Dai Dai very nicely."

Tons of leftovers today.
Tons of leftovers this week actually.