Sunday 16 April 2006

Easter life

Because it was Easter, Mom signed up herself for refreshments at the Church and voluntered Corwin as an acolyte. Grandma also came down so that Mom could be in a cooking and cleaning frenzy for the preceeding couple of days.

Alice was a bit of a trial today, though. She was strongly against changing out of her night clothes. She is definitely a very strong baby, I had to really exert myself to get some clothes on her. Eventually Mom tried to calm her down but in the end it was brute force that dressed her.

To start off the services there was a short children’s sermon before an egg hunt. Some of the children got special eggs to bring up to the speaker to symbolize various points. Because for some unaccountable we were early, all three of our spawn got eggs. When it was Alice’s turn, she marched right up and handed her egg to the speaker and then walked back in a very self satisfied way.

As noted, Corwin was the acolyte. He did a very good job, lighting the candles without incident and being a serious boy while helping out with communion.

After Corwin lit the candles, he went and Mom sat down in the front row. Alice saw this and immediately started crying out for Mom. I ran her over to Mom, but forgot her basket of eggs, so I had to run over there again to deliver that. Later in the service Alice managed to break containment and leak on to Mom so that she had to rush Alice out to change her diaper, only to discover that I had the diaper bag while she had a diaperless toddler. Luckily Mom is a calm, collected person in all situations and was able to recover with her usual panache.

Then we went home for our own egg hunt. Corwin hid the eggs the first time and then Charles insisted on hiding the eggs as well. We handed out baskets of chocolates. Eventually I had to take Alice’s away because our little chocoholic was chewing through the entire basket in a determined way.

Easter dinner was good, although the kids had some spoiled appetites.

After that, we hung out for a bit and then went down in the basement when the air raid sirens went off, indicating nearby tornados. If I post again tomorrow, you’ll know we didn’t get hit.

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