I wrote this post on Monday with the intention of posting then, but it turns out that this pregnancy is working backwards and I was mysteriously transported to trimester one in the form of Easter Monday Vom Fest 2016. Thank you all for your well wishes, zofran came to my rescue and all is well now. Luckily the octave is ultra-forgiving and I can still post a legit Easter post because it's still Easter!
This was the first year I felt like I
actually had my act together with regards to Easter, and "having my act
together" just means I didn't completely fail at the lead-up to Easter
AND had adequately assembled a good mix of Easter basket stuffs AND had shoes and tights for the little ladies by the night before Easter, wonder of wonders.
attended our first Holy Thursday Mass ever as a family and it really
deserves a quick sentence because even though Mike and I abide by the
strictest in-bed-by-8-and-never-EVER-later policy, the kids were surprisingly very good considering the Mass started at 7:30. It was a
really beautiful way to kick off the Triduum, if one can "kick off" the Triduum.
having kids, Good Fridays have always felt really, well,
UN-penitential. Kids can't fast, and I have been pregnant or nursing a
tiny baby every single Good Friday since getting married, so no legit
fasting. But! This year I managed to at least force some prayerful
things on myself and the kids (stations, decade of the rosary, older
kids went to Veneration of the Cross, etc...) And it felt adequately
different from other Good Fridays, and from normal life in general. It
Holy Saturday came with egg decorating, and
major props to you moms coloring more than a dozen with your brood, I
was having heart palpitations by the end of one dozen and I was thrilled
that there were no more to color. Uptight is my middle name.
After Mass we decided to hit up Notre
Dame's big Easter meal because I didn't want to cook and clean on
Easter, and because I'm not yet a real grown-up. Also it's super cheap
for students and their families. The kids ate their weight and then some
in sugar this Easter. Joe's vest was tight to begin with, but it
reached full-on Nacho Libre status by the end of this meal.
Honorable mention must be given to the absolutely gorgeous Easter weather we freakishly had in March, in South Bend. I had absolutely no hopes what-so-ever of a nice, sunny, even warm day but God worked a veritable miracle and all of those things happened.
March. In South Bend. Sorry, I'm still kind of in shock, but it made
the day so much more enjoyable and made getting the kids clad for Mass
infinity easier. It also meant snapping a quick post Mass and brunch
family photo was possible, major thanks to our big garbage can for
stepping in as the self-timer photographer, we couldn't have done it