I love Easter. I love the true meaning of Easter and I also love all of the things we do to celebrate Easter in our family. I am pretty sure I was having anxiety on Saturday night thinking about being ready for 0845 church service. 0845 is the usual time we go but Easter is different. On a normal Sunday I have coffee with my sister, rush in the house, start ordering the family around, put my hair up and we rush out the door. Easter is different because Mom even tries to look presentable. It is kind of ironic because I want everyone to look really nice, try so hard to have everything all ready for the 6 of us, try to look put together and then we sit down in the pew and there goes any control I thought I had. Yes, church with a 15 month is quite a trip. (Did I also mention that Steve took her pacifier away a few weeks ago? Hello, church without a pacifier is also quite a trip.) During the service she spins on your lap like she is possessed, she loves the sound of her echoing voice and she basically tears the place apart. She broke my necklace, took a fist full of cheerios and whipped them on the floor and did a lot of screaming. We took her out twice….I felt a bit messy. Other than that I do love going to church as a family but lets just say 15 months is not a super good church age. My niece on the other hand who is close to the same age, is ultra relaxed and quiet and she makes Cece look demonic!
After church we headed over to the South Minneapolis bunny.
Have a great weekend.