Happy Easter to all who are celebrating… and bear with me if you aren’t!
It’s been a bit of an unusual Easter, with some good tradition still thrown in there fortunately. I went to Maundy Thursday mass to sing in the choir, but I couldn’t do two services today and Holy Saturday — especially with my husband at the Brewers game and me without childcare.
It turns out that the service I missed last night had some drama to them. There was a bonfire outside the church that was contained in a container like what you would put beer or wine in. And it didn’t stay contained and sort of spilled outside. And one of my fellow choir members accidentally set her bulletin afire when she held it too close to her taper while trying to read the text. Bummer!
Fortunately, the Easter Bunny did come to our house, although the wee ones were still sleeping when I left to go to church. That means that not only did I miss them finding and going through their baskets but there are no pictures of this. My husband doesn’t exactly get it.
Oddly, the Easter Bunny in our house didn’t bring chocolate this year, but he brought some stuff the wee ones definitely enjoyed: several new placemats (including a way cool periodic table one and a neat Spiderman plus a planets one), Spiderman activity book, Curious George dry erase board, a tiny sunflower container, a pair of big boy scissors, and the like. I believe everyone was happy with it.
After church, we went to my aunt and uncle’s house, which is pretty traditional. Except that my parents and one other set of aunt and uncle were the only ones there. Two of my mom’s five siblings didn’t make it, and none of my cousins did. That’s a first. One aunt and uncle did literally nothing for Easter but couldn’t be bothered to come, so their three children (and spouses and children) didn’t make the journey either. Sad, but what can you do. Even my sister didn’t make it.
My aunt and uncle were going to have an Easter Egg hunt for the wee ones, but that fizzled somehow and instead they got presents. Two outfits and a swimsuit for each of them. Ahhh, clothes. My favorite kind of gifts nowadays.
And since Little Miss’s swimsuit literally shredded in the water this past Saturday at swim lessons, the new suit couldn’t have come at a better time. Again, I wasn’t there and I’m going by what my mom said, but she came home a swimsuit short and claimed she’d never been more embarrassed in her life.
And then we all stuffed our faces, as normal. Ham with all the trimmings… and non-dairy foods for Little Miss. My aunt and uncle are good that way! I even have proof that it was a good day:
Yep, that would be my husband who had volunteered to shepherd the wee ones for awhile, sound asleep in a chair.
I think my aunt and uncle (who are childless) were ready for us to go by the time we packed up. The wee ones get a little riled up around Grandma and Grandpa, and then couple it with no nap and sugar that they kept eating throughout the day. Their poor cats — who are also not used to having children around — may never recover.
I’m thinking that after a good nap, I’ll be just fine. And no tempting Easter candy to eat, either!
Happy Easter (or not)!