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Success and Failure

As I stand here in the kitchen waiting, waiting for the ham to finish cooking (failure), I thought I'd type up a little post.

Silly me, I thought that things would go smoothly. Peter has finally decided that sleeping all night is a good thing and has done so successfully for nearly a week. Until last night. Really, though, I can't blame him. I will have to blame Anna. For reasons still very unclear, she awoke shortly after midnight, declared she couldn't sleep, and noisily started flipping pages of her book, with her light on. Her bunkmate, Therese, slept through this for a while, but inevitably her body woke to the bright lights and she then declared that she could not possibly sleep without a sippy cup of juice. She declared this not quietly. So, of course, in all the hub-bub, Peter awoke and joined the ranks of the not sleepers.

Let us keep in mind at this point that the Easter Bunny has not visited our house. And he needs to. But children are awake and parents are failing to convince them to fall asleep.

Somewhere between 4:30 and 5:00, Anna finally went to sleep. Therese had joined me in my bed, and Tony and Peter were snoozing in the comfy chair downstairs. Does anyone else have nights like this? We call it musical beds.

I got up with the alarm at 6:00. Groggily I made my way downstairs to make sure the bunny did his job. He did. (Success) So I started in on making the cinnamon rolls which have become an Easter morning tradition. (also a success). I did forget to buy some bacon, a traditional Sunday breakfast staple. (failure)

No one woke up. I was not surprised. So I poured some coffee and sat down to knit. (success) Little voices and little feet could be heard above not too long after that and the morning began in earnest.

Easter baskets were found with much candy in them (success), cinnamon rolls were eaten, and then the process to get ready for Mass began. Here is the big failure...I did not get pictures of my kids in all their finery!

We survived Lent (success) and people were glad to have back those things given up.

There was a potluck after Mass today, for which I forgot to make a side dish (failure), but I had made a carrot cake for dessert tonight. We took that and considered it a success since all those calories were shared with many.

I pray that all of you have had a truly blessed Easter Day!







1) because doesn't everyone build lego musical land on Easter morning? and 2) who can resist the dueling Abe Lincoln's on the piano?

See? Hard to resist, aren't they?

The accordion player. Do you see the teeth marks in the accordion? We got him a lego seperator, so he doesn't have to use his teeth. He still does, sometimes.


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  1. I'd be over just for a cinnamon roll!
    Happy Easter!
    Hope you snuck a nap in this afternoon. : )

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    1. They were yummy! Happy Easter to you too!

      No nap for me, but I did get a good night's rest. : )

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  2. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't get any pictures in our Easter clothes either, and I had a full night's sleep, and no little ones. I did, however, have to leave an hour earlier with our new Catholic to get to the Vigil at the assigned time. ;-)

    Happy Easter! Frohe Ostern! (Is that right?)

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    1. according to Google translate, you are correct. I will have to ask our neighbor next time I see her!

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  3. Love your successes and your failures...fun to read. (and look back and laugh?!)

    And yes, we have nights like that...I've learned that the child getting up, must come to my room though first, so then, I'm the only one not getting sleep. (not sure that is a learned thing or just stupid)

    Happy Easter!

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    1. Usually, I try the same tactic. Let's just say Jack won some major brownie points for being the only child to sleep through the night!

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  4. Cinnamon rolls here on Sunday, too! And it looks pretty successful to me, judging by those cute, happy faces!

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    1. Happy Easter Kris! Are your cinnamon rolls homemade?

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