conversations with invisible pigs and sheep

Dad and I are wondering why the Easter bunny doesn’t clean the kitchen and make the coffee before he leaves.

After staying up past ten last night, the boys were up before seven, Jim got Colin out of his room to go to the potty, but wouldn’t let him get undressed.

Since we’re all having Easter candy for breakfast, I’m hoping they crash hard and early, so we can all get a nap in before Easter dinner.

Last night, at the Vigil Mass, Jim had a rough start, with the dark church (not liking the dark), and the smell of the incense and lilies (with his oversensitive sense of smell). We really thought he was going to be looking for an excuse to leave, since Colin got to stay at Matt’s with his awesome babysitter duo. Instead, he turned himself around, put down the comics, and followed along in the missal with me, and…

he sang. I don’t know if he was inspired because the psalm was familiar, or if he was just into it, but he sang with me. He loves music, he’s been making up songs later, loves when we blast the iTunes in the house. So this feels like another big step in getting for next year. I’m just bursting with pride.