Tag Archives: Easter

{FF} The First, And Hopefully The Last, Fat And Oily Edition

Linking up at Hallie’s with host Jen for my first Five Favorites post. I’m having one of those types of weeks which, although it doesn’t involve neck punctures or third trimester woes, will require a full pity party post later in the week. But today, I’m all about focusing on the positive, the reasons for not remaining in the fetal position under my comforter with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s.

1. My children’s Easter basket candy

photo (6)

Uh-oh, looks like someone left their Easter basket unattended. Sorry Teddy you snooze, you lose. Heck, who am I kidding; even if you’re awake I can’t be trusted around the goods.

Grandma got them each a solid Cadbury bunny, even the two-year old. I’m like the IRS in that I take 20 percent right off the top. They call it stealing, I call it “life lessons”.

2. Peanut Butter & Co. flavored peanut butters

Perfect for those times when taking a peanut butter cup out of its wrapper and putting it in your mouth is just too much work. Unfortunately, the jar is not equipped to be strapped on as a feed-sack, so you’ll have to settle for using your fingers (or your child’s solid chocolate Easter rabbit.) I got the Cinnamon Raisin Swirl during Lent (don’t judge me!) because it made my gluten-free bagels taste less like foam puzzle pieces and more like food. But the White Chocolate variety is what I’m choosing to be buried with…as in I want to die from eating so much of it.


Moving on from that pretty picture…

3. Fancy-schmancy olive oil


photo (7)

Flavored with rosemary for our Easter lamb. And it’s from Argentina, just like the Pope! We’d be fools not to buy it!

Tony and I discovered a little gourmet food shop a few months back and, on a whim, bought some special olive oil infused with rare stuff and imported from somewhere Mediterranean. I fully expected to still have it ripening on my shelf months later. Except that it was really good on everything (except gluten-free bagels. Don’t go there.) and before we knew it the bottle was gone. We can never go back to the days of generic olive oil in five gallon drums.

4. A huge roll of adhesive dry erase paper


You can put a dry erase board anywhere AND once it gets totally gross, you can peel it off and throw it out and then stick on a new piece! We covered a side of our fridge with it and it’s basically like having a huge magnetic chalkboard with none of the dust. It’s the most exciting thing to happy to our homeschool since the weekend.

photo (5)

See those tiny strips of uncovered refrigerator at the bottom and sides? Those are Teddy’s favorite spots to “express himself.”


5. Gold Bond Ultimate Intensive Healing Hand Cream.


I totally feel like my grandmother selling you on the merits of hand cream, but if you have a house of sick kids and are washing your hands non-stop you need this hand cream. (Disclaimer: If you have a lot of cracks in your hands, you might experience a slight tingling or gentle burning sensation for a few minutes after application. It’s not the same as rubbing hand sanitizer into your wounds but I just wanted to give you a heads up since apparently, I didn’t warm my youngest daughter and she was mad at me for 20 minutes until her hands stopped hurting.”It’s a good pain honey, like purgatory.”)


If you manged to finish this post without raiding your child’s Easter basket, you’re a stronger person than I. Go celebrate by visiting the rest of the flashy fives at Moxie Wife. 




Filed under Five Favorites, Food, Humor

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real …does not do my week justice

Since our last installment, our family celebrated a joyous Easter Sunday before everything rapidly descended into chaos. Thankfully, we did manage ten minutes of visiting with friends on Monday before both my husband and oldest son sprained their ankles in unrelated incidents. But I’ve been unable to give them much sympathy as the baby came down with a stomach bug and nasty fever shortly thereafter.  Plus, everyone is heavily under the influence of Easter candy. Gotta love grandparents who give each child, even the 18 month old, three pounds of candy…yes, three pounds each. But true to my word, I managed to get the camera out.

So now without further ado….


It was so windy on Easter I couldn’t take many nice pictures outside given the sombreros the girls selected to wear with their new dresses. This was the best shot of the bunch because they’re smiling, looking at the camera and there’s no chicken trying to sneak her way in.











This picture just represents me getting psyched for tonight’s Catholic homeschool moms social. All the box wine, baked goods and birth stories you can handle! WOOT! My husband knows not to wait up.










When I think of Good Friday, I naturally think of AT-ATs. Or at least my son did, so when he brought me an empty cardboard box and said he wanted to make an AT-AT, I whipped this up. Those are not actual Star Wars action figures. My husband has original 1970′s Star Wars figures but he’s stopped letting the kids play with them since they lost Yoda a few months back. Now it’s up to some generic GI Joes to defeat the Empire. And this whole episode just proves, once again, kids don’t need fancy toys to be happy; just a mama willing to concoct crazy stuff from cardboard.









This is real air freshener-incense! My Greek orthodox friend always hooks me up with the best smelling stuff. I try to remember to use it a few times a month despite the exaggerated gasping and wheezing and dramatic fainting on the floor that inevitably results from its use. (“Mama I can’t breath with all the smoke. Won’t this set off the alarm? But I had to smell this stuff on Sunday!”)




And in case you’re wondering, no, I have not tried out the tire swing yet.  Maybe next week. Until then, check out the rest of {p,h,f,r} at Like Mother, Like Daughter.


Filed under Catholic, Photography, Pretty Happy Funny Real

Easter Expectations

Holiday meals take all the fun and excitement of my daily dinner prep routine and combine it with high expectations and lots more mouths to feed. As I mentioned before, around here, Sundays have a good chance of being a leftover day. But on Easter Sunday, not only do I get to make sure everyone gets to church in a matching outfit, I get to slave away on a feast that, while inevitably staining my new dress, I know at least half my kids will snub.

Cooking a meal comprised of a huge slab of meat (in this case lamb), several vegetable sides, a couple starches and a few salads for a large groups requires careful planning and food prep. Or, there’s my traditional Easter dinner prep which includes the Holy Thursday freak out, Good Friday grocery shopping trip, the Holy Saturday shopping trip for everything I forgot and Easter Sunday debate over “do I get to finish putting my makeup on or do I get the lamb in the oven on time?” ( This year, after much deliberation, my husband intervened to prevent me from leaving the house in a state that would have caused him too much embarrassment.)

After Mass, I always take a family photo to remind me how nice we can all look with a little effort, before rushing home to finish cooking. My in-laws arrive shortly after and now the clock is ticking. Everyone is hungry and I can only feed the kids so much Easter candy to keep them happy before things get out of hand.

Eventually, or more precisely, 35 minutes after I said dinner would be ready, we sit down to eat. If I’m lucky, only one of my side dishes will be cold  and need to be reheated. The feasting commences and I’ll consider it a success if I finish my meal while it’s warm, the baby doesn’t throw himself from the high chair  and the big kids don’t start talking about poop. A compliment from anyone (“Hey mom, the sweet potatoes don’t taste as gross as they usually do.”)  is a welcome bonus.

And just like that, 40 days of fasting and penance gives way to 40 minutes of gluttony and indulgence. It seems like in only the blink of an eye my immaculate banquet is in shambles and pieces, littering the edges of the china and the table. Sitting back, sipping the last of my wine, I take the first moment of peace I’ve had all day to figure out ways to dispose of all the Easter candy my children acquired. The children, unaware of my plans, are content. My husband and his parents also recline in satiated ease. In these moments, intoxicated by the wine and my grandiose feelings of domestic expertise, I am fully convinced all the effort was worth it. At least, until the dishes need done.


Leave a Comment

Filed under Catholic, Food, Humor

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real … Inadequate

I love photography. I studied it, tried to master it and continue to appreciate the fact that there’s a whole lot of people out there who are better at it than me. I also love photoblogs, and very briefly toyed with the idea of starting one, or at least, trying to incorporate photography more into my blog but I didn’t really need all that added pressure on me to constantly produce good pictures. As it is, I can barely keep the grandparents happy. But in an effort to motivate myself to pick up my camera at least weekly, I’m jumping on the {Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real} meme over at Like Mother, Like Daughter. I haven’t actually read anything they’ve posted because I’m always admiring all the photos. Be sure to look at my photos before going over there, otherwise you’re going to be really disappointed. So here goes…


We got the baby to bed early and decorated Easter eggs without spilling any dye, a major milestone here. Though they never turn out like the ones on the package, they’re proudly displayed on the dining table. My husband attempted to use that dinky wax crayon that was included to draw a lamb holding a cross on his one allotted egg with less than stellar results. (I have excluded it from the pretty photo because a white blob holding a stick is not even remotely festive or beautiful.) The blue-ish egg on the far right is Byron’s attempt at a dinosaur egg, just in case the Easter bunny wants a change-up from boring ol’ chicken eggs.





Happiness is a good book and siblings reading stories to one another always melts my heart. The best part is when they learn the joy of reading the same story, over and over again. When I snapped this, Byron had found Spot at least four times and Teddy was clamoring for more. He was hoping I could give him a hand but I just snapped pictures and laughed, remembering how many times I had to read ‘Thomas and the Big, Big Bridge’ to him. So, I guess I was also happy because it was like I was getting sweet revenge on him, in a nurturing, educational way.








Here lies ‘Robby’ Robin Redbreast. Early one morning while he was bob, bob, bobbing along for worms, my kitten got him instead. Discovered by my daughter and her friend, they laid him to rest in the middle of the yard and covered him with a brick and some flowers lovingly yanked off my bushes. Farewell harbinger of spring, we hardly knew ye.





Real, old school tire swing. I think my son and his friend might have dug this tire and old rope out of the neighbor’s yard, but I’m not sure so I’m just trying not to think about it. The only branch they could secure it to is a thin part of the main truck so when you jump on for a ride, you swing back into the tree and hit yourself. I mean, I haven’t tried it out, but based on the number of bark burns and back bruises I’ve had to treat over the last two days, it’s not for the faint of heart. The kids, however, having constructed it all themselves, are in love with it.






Now, feel free to visit the rest of the links for {p,h,f,r} and enjoy the Easter Triduum. Catch you all after Sunday.


Filed under Humor, Photography, Pretty Happy Funny Real