Oh Hey Abe!

C has always loved Presidents and Abraham Lincoln. Does anyone remember when he was 4 and was Abe for Halloween? 

Well, the 6th grade field trip to Springfield for the Abraham Lincoln extravaganza was yesterday and there wasn't any way I was going to miss it! 

We had to be at school by 6:45. We were on the road by 7:00. And the bus ride to Springfield was mostly uneventful. 

We first stopped at Lincoln's House. The kids went wild at the gift shop. 

We had to break our group up into 3 smaller groups. Our smaller group was the first tour of Lincoln's House. 

It's crazy to me that the actual house that Abraham Lincoln lived in exists with his actual furniture. I couldn't get over how the famously tall Lincoln had such tiny furniture. 

His bed was the only one in the house without a footboard. Which makes sense, doesn't it? 

We lucked out with some truly great tour guides throughout the day. Our small group's guide of the house was excellent, and the other small groups did not have such a pleasant experience! 

We ate our lunch on the bus and got ready to go to the Lincoln Museum. 

It cracked me up that the Lincoln boys were notoriously naughty. 

Here's what I will say: it was a really great museum and I definitely need to go back there because, truly, we didn't have enough time. C and I museum differently from some of his classmates. 

There were two kids in particular I was willing to sell to the circus, who I am convinced had never been to a museum before. READ A SIGN! SLOW DOWN! Oh... the madness. 

But C and I really loved it! 

Then we got back on the bus and headed to Lincoln's tomb. Which was also very large and impressive.

People rub Abe's nose for good luck. Here's a picture from inside the tomb in the first room. 

And the man of the hour himself. 

Most of his loved ones are just across from him. 

And Robert has a memorial in the next room but he is in Arlington. 

I didn't realize that Abraham Lincoln has no living descendants. That's so sad. I mean it makes sense with 3 of his boys dying so young and only one who went on to have kids of his own. But it's sad. 

Here is proof the rest of the kids were there too. It was a good day. 

I am very glad I was able to go and I look forward to going back very soon!! We got back to school about 5:30 so it was a long day but a fun one! 

Happy Miss Congeniality Day

 

It truly is the perfect date. 

This week has been both short and long. Though there hasn't been enough sleep! (For me at least.) 

Last night was the piano recital. 

Both of my pianists played well, and their duet was darling. 

The Easter bunny hopped on by late to bring M her sparkly purple Owala. 

Here's the thing: when I saw that Color Drop I knew it was the water bottle of her dreams. Girl loves her some purple. In fact, I never actually liked the other Owala she has. I think the red and the hot pink look weird together. Purple on sparkly purple though, well I can get behind that. 

I am so excited for this weekend! You don't even know! Hope your day is Perfect! 

Happy Birthday Husband!

Today my awesome Husband has a birthday. 

The poor thing is getting the most lackluster birthday of all time. It's a school and work day. I work tonight. He has to take M to soccer practice. But we will celebrate him for real this weekend, I promise! 

To the guy who goes along with all my crazy plans. 

To the guy who can make me madder than heck one minute and laughing hysterically the next. 

To the guy who regularly eats food he doesn't want because it's what I want. 

I am glad you're mine! 

The Triduum Recap

If I can't be honest with you in my own little corner of the internet, where can I be? Let me start by telling you these opinions are mine and mine alone. 

But I do not like how my specific parish celebrates the Triduum. I don't like the times of the services. I don't care for the style of the Mass or some of the decisions that go into the celebration. It actually doesn't make me spiritually full... in fact it tends to make me spiritually angry. 

This is not a right or wrong opinion. It just is. And therefore, this was the year I gave myself permission to jump ship. Even though I work there. Actually, especially because I work there and know all the things. 

I recognize I am abundantly blessed to live in an area with so so many churches and places to worship, to have this choice. 

And I also know I am ridiculous because I know no one else who leaves a Mass or Good Friday service and goes home to watch all the local options to compare/contrast. Never fear, I do. So I promise I still saw my parish to determine yes, leaving was the correct choice. 

Here's how it all went down: we celebrated Holy Thursday at one parish. It was fabulous. We celebrated Good Friday at the Cathedral with the Bishop. I did, begrudgingly, attend our Vigil. I came to that conclusion because of the OCIA kiddos I had been working with. When push came to shove, they didn't give a hoot that I was there, so I don't really know why I let myself get talked into going when the Vigil I wanted to go to was 7 minutes away but... I can do better next year. 

Then Sunday morning we were at our parish, and THAT was lovely because I do enjoy Easter Sunday at my parish. 

But let's go back now that I have made this confession to you all.  

Holy Thursday. 

The morning was spent with the middle schoolers. We talk about the Seder meal and how it became the Mass. It does not really resemble an actual Seder Meal. It's led by a deacon in our deanery who was born and raised Jewish and converted to Catholicism--he gives the most interesting insight into how Passover became the Mass. 

It was my third year as a table leader. 

That afternoon was the 6th-grade Living Stations of the Cross. It's a school tradition, and this was C's year. He was a narrator.

They did a very nice job. I don't love the script they use and I think some parts are unnecessarily long. (Sitting in the dark listening to a 3 minute song isn't my favorite.) But the kids did a really nice job, and it does bring you into the spirit of the Triduum in a powerful way. The tradition of going into Christmas break with the Nativity and Easter break with the Living Stations... well, it makes me thankful for our school. 

Then that evening we went to Mass. At a church that still had Holy Water.** It was THE MOST PERFECT HOLY THURSDAY MASS I have ever been to. And I cried during the Gloria like I always do. I just really really love the Gloria.

**One particular co-worker of mine didn't want to come back to work Thursday night after Mass to empty the fonts, so instead, they were emptied Thursday morning. Maddening. This is the same coworker whose van is STILL in the parking lot. 

After Mass, my friend and I went on the 7 churches pilgrimage to sit with Jesus in the garden. 

We saw some friends along the way! 

This is me and my friend Barb whom I spent the evening with. 

She came to Mass with me and my family. And the joy of starting there was that Mass started an hour before our parish did. So we could get a jump on the pilgrimage. Last year I didn't get home until Midnight, and this year I was done at 10:30 so... the hour head start truly made a difference. 

It was a really calming and peaceful way to spend time with Jesus and pray so specifically. 

Friday was quiet and still. I took absolutely zero pictures. The Cathedral's service started at 3:00. Ours wasn't until 6:30 so we figured we'd try it. 

Lesson learned: it's nice, but the solemn intentions took a full 20 minutes of kneeling, standing and repeating. I know because I went back and checked the live stream!! That was the trade-off for having the kids go to bed on time. 

Truly, my shins were sore. I am certain it was in part due to how much kneeling I did on Thursday night, too. Much of it on the floor since 4 of the altars of repose were in rooms without kneelers, and even with kneelers, the double genuflection upon entering and departing was on the floor. 

But having Good Friday at 3:00 was quite nice. 

Holy Saturday was spent mostly preparing. M had a soccer game which was annoying, but oh well. They won which was nice. I took no pictures. 

We decided not to dye eggs this year. But we did still make our bunny butt cookies. 

M made Elvis out of frosting and marshmallows. 

Then later, I went to work at the Vigil. Proud of those kids!! I was in charge of live streaming the Mass so I was in the balcony, which literally did add an element of work to it. (I also didn't get Holy Watered during the sprinkling rite.) 

I also must tell you that we just paid an exorbitant amount of money repairing and tuning our organ. It worked, and I basically went deaf sitting up there by the pipes. Honestly couldn't have told you what words were being sung at a particular time. SO. LOUD. I was ill-prepared. 

Then came home and set out the baskets and the Easter presents from my parents. This was not without incident as I had bought the kids big items in February, I believe, and I could not for the life of me remember or figure out where I had put C's walrus tote bag. 

After a few minutes wagering with St. Anthony and freaking myself out, Husband found it on top of the fridge. 

Easter came in gloriously on a yucky weather day. It was cold and pouring rain. I had figured that with a late Easter, we would be good with cute dresses. Alas, I was freezing. But I was glad I had bought M a cardigan to go with it! 

M wanted to see the back of her hair. 

And Mass was lovely. 

We had a nice meal the 4 of us, nothing fancy really. Rolls, ham, sweet potatoes, green beans, jello and frog-eye salad, and then took it easy the rest of the day. Though we did end the evening with a tornado warning, because why not? Luckily, no damage, and the weather seems to have calmed down a lot since then. 

Happy Easter! He is Risen!! 

Rest Well Pope Francis

Well I had a fun snappy Easter post for today but that seems wrong in light of Pope Francis' death. 

So I will take today for prayer and reflection and be back tomorrow with an Easter recap. 

It did give me such hope to see him yesterday. 

I can't believe it. 

Holy Heck it's Holy Week!

Well friends. It's been a marathon leading up to this Holy Week. And it's the kind of marathon that doesn't have a lot to show for it. 

M was the Emcee. And the next day I went to work to get ready for the first communion retreat. Bags of popcorn don't sticker themselves! 

Then the next day was the actual retreat, and we had a confirmation large group meeting that night. 

We went to the school roller skate night and that was a lot of fun. And no one broke a bone!! 

After a rainout, M finally had her first soccer practice and it was freezing. On the way home there were 5!! deer in a yard about 6 houses from us. 

I spent days figuring out the pictures for these "pray for me" chalices. Seriously, it was 3 different trips to Walgreens to pick up pictures! And then I laminated them. And cut them out. And hung them up. But by golly these kiddos will be prayed for! 

M had her first soccer game. It was rather unremarkable. After many seasons of winning every day, this is going to be our "get our tushies kicked" season. 

But a bit of a funny story, at the soccer game, there was this boy on the other team DJ. And he is a bit of a superstar and very arrogant. His dad was the coach, and he kept yelling about being aggressive and to attack. When this kid scored, he for sure jeered and taunted our goalie. Not great sportsmanship behavior. To be clear: good for him for scoring. Bad for him for taunting. 

Anyway, with like 4 minutes left in the game, there was a bit of a skirmish for the ball, and M ended up just absolutely full force kicking him in the knee as she went for the ball. 

Of course, as a superstar professional soccer player, he rolled 3 times and acted gravely injured, so everyone took a knee until his dad came to check on him, and then after a minute or so, he walked off the field. But then Dad spent the remainder of the game soothing his kid instead of coaching. 

And... It just felt a little bit like karma. M apologized at the end of the game. We aren't raising a monster. But... I am lying if I said I wasn't a little proud. And if it wasn't really funny. 

On Monday, the kids didn't have school. (Don't ask me why they don't have Easter Monday off but the random Monday before made sense.) I had scheduled eye appointments, and they were running so far behind. But since we weren't missing school it kind of didn't matter. But still. We were there for 3 hours! 

My favorite TK kiddos came to do Stations of the Cross right before school Mass. I enjoyed seeing them! 

And we're in this truly annoying place where it's freezing in the morning and appears to be warm in the afternoon, but it really is still just cold. 

But the Honey Bunny in my yard is sweet. And the daffodils and Mary make me smile. So it's all good! 

Obviously, Holy Week is a busy week here at church, so there's more excitement to come. 

Emcee!

About a month ago, we got an email forward from M's teacher. Our local Junior Achievement teamed up with our local hockey team, and they were having a Kids Run the Show night. Basically, the kids would shadow and help do some of the jobs for the team. 

M LOVES Hockey. And immediately said yes, we submitted her application quickly. In this case the early bird got the worm because she got a spot and there were over 80 kids on the waitlist! 

Last Monday night we went to orientation, and they announced to the kids what their job would be in a cool reveal video. I am not going to post the video because of everyone's last name. 

But M got a job as one of the kid Emcees for the second shift!!! 

Friday took a long time getting here, and a lot of decisions went into figuring out what to wear for the game. (We knew they'd give her a shirt to wear while she worked.) Here she is before we left the house. 

After we checked her in, got her changed, and put her all access pass on her, she was ready!

This is the crew from our school. 4 5th graders and M rocking it for the 4th graders!

Since M was the second shift she got to go to our seats early. I LOVE this picture. It looks like she was the only person in the arena. (We definitely weren't but I love that it looks like it.)

If we thought waiting for Friday was difficult, this next part of post-dinner and team meeting and waiting for it to be time for her shift was extra long. The excitement!!

Finally, the boys were able to get it. (M and I had to be there at 4:30. The boys came with, parked and then went out for dinner. They finally were let into the arena at like 6:30.) 

And then it was time for the game to start and that meant it was time for M's shift! All of her wildest dreams came true. She got to go onto the ice twice!

She spoke on the mic several times! 

And for someone who spends every single game we attend trying to get on the big screen... well she was on it a lot. 

Now the actual hockey game left a lot to be desired. You see, our team was already in the playoffs so they were resting their best players and it wasn't a great game as far as hockey was concerned. BUT it was still so exciting for M. 

I picked her up and then got her and C their treat we had promised. 

We watched more game and then decided to leave with a few minutes left in the 3rd period because the Storm were losing really bad and honestly we were just tired. M and I had been there for 5 hours at that point so it was okay. 

I am so proud of her! She had such a good time, and I am glad she got this opportunity!