We loaded everyone up into the van to return back to our old faithful hospital Mass this morning but didn't even get to the end of our street before Simon realized the car was leaning way back and to the left thanks to a totally deflated tire. So ... we all piled into the Jetta clown car style to go to Mass just a few blocks away .... but not before taking a detour for some pictures.
As expected, the church was packed but we found half a pew to occupy just as the kids pulled out and secured their naughtiest hats. There was a couple sitting behind us and I'm fairly certain she was pregnant with her first and I think Sebastian inspired them to go purchase multiple books on how to discipline spirited (euphimism for "brat", much?) children. Julia cried the biggest crocodile tears for her blankie and her crib and repeatedly announced that she, "not wike Jesus" for the first 15 minutes and Theo was mostly okay.
Despite getting up insanely early I still only managed to pull on the first wrinkly things I saw on the floor of my closet after wasting too many minutes looking for something that would sort of fit Theo and not scream "pajamas!!" but I think the new shoes that my awesome sister-in-law let me have helped my frogfit a little tiny bit.
sweater: Forever XXI
Julia: B+ (after I promised a "BIG PRESENT" [Dora Band Aid] if she stopped crying she pulled it together)
Sebastian: F (his thrashing elicited a "you've got your hands full!" from the kind gentleman with three kids of his own before Mass was even over)
Theo: A- (he wanted to be held)
A special thank you to our visiting photographer (my brother Paul)
Happy, Happy Easter to you and yours (and a very happy birthday to the beautiful Ana!) Can't wait to see everyone's outfits. And if you don't want to dedicate a whole blog post -- feel free to go the Twitter or Insta route with #easteroti.
Thanks in advance for linking up! Don't forget to go see what Kayla and Erica cooked up in their necks of the Net.