An Easter Tale

Look at these two cute boys.  They are trouble!

Easter is busy for a pastor's family!  I told in a recent post that I was so excited to say Alleluia again and sing a liturgy I love!  All of this is true, but first I had to survive preparing the Easter breakfast for after the sunrise service.  I decided since we were going to the second service that I would just let the boys hang out with me in the kitchen or toy room.  I was hoping this would be easier.  I was upstairs checking on the bops when I heard my hubby say over the speakers that the children's sermon was starting.  The bops didn't want to go, so I told him to stay put in the toy room and went back to down to see if I could manage to make the 100 cup coffee maker obey me and spit out some decent coffee.  The coffee turned out well, but as I was getting it started (with help) I could hear some rustling through my hubby's mic over the speakers.  The Bops had escaped the toy room and was running up yelling "Daddy, I here, wait for me.  I here" for the children's sermon.  Ha, funny!  I figure he's okay, but then I hear more rustling.  My hubby had the kids all hold a letter from the alleluia that we use at the front of the church.  The bops was furious that Daddy didn't have a letter for him.  I hear this and start to head up to save him from self destruction.  I didn't make it in time.  The Bops was out the door of the sanctuary when I got up there and he was crying.  We got him all better, but come to find out he had stomped and pouted his way out of the church down the center aisle when he didn't get a letter.  Hilarious but only now, after looking back.  And, after having someone tell my hubby that they think it's amazing that I come to church and sit by myself with two kids!

Now, to end this little Easter Tale, I must tell you about our Maundy Thursday service.  Our Lenten services start at the horrible time of 7:30pm.  You know, when my children should be heading to bed.  The Bops was so naughty.  Just unbearable.  I told him not to do something and he hit my leg out of frustration.  I was frustrated so I took him out of church and told him we were going home.  I got the babe in his car seat and the Bops is just sobbing.  He will be good he promised.  He is crying because he wants to go back in.  His poor face was all red.  Anyway, I let him have one more chance.  We head back in and as were walking up the aisle he starts scratching his poor bum.  I try to make him stop reminding him that's not appropriate, but he keeps going.  While he's doing his he's telling me in his whisper (normal voice only higher pitched) that his "Bum hurts".  I'm sure someone thought I spanked him, but I didn't.  

So, Easter was crazy, but we did dye eggs, took naps, got long runs in, and enjoyed our day as a family. Christ is Risen!