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How was your Easter?

I’m hoping yours was a Blessed Easter Sunday.  Ours was.. well.. interesting..

Everything started on Saturday.

We went to a picnic at the Admiral Baker park.  There was to be an Easter Egg hunt for the kiddos, so we went.  Harmless enough.

The food was abundant, as to be expected when hosted by a bunch of Filipinos.

There was one food there that I have a personal rule about.  Kare-kare.  Due to previous experiences, and the little known fact that this food, although super yummy, has a reputation of spoiling really fast, I always make sure NOT to eat it unless I know it’s been freshly cooked.

I didn’t make sure of how freshly cooked this dish was, but I assumed that since the picnic had just started, everything would be ok.  So I ate it.  Hubby ate it.  My parents ate it.

Shortly after, my father in law asked us if we ate it.  Yes, we did.  He was worried.  He told us that he just had to throw it out because it was starting to show signs of being spoiled.  Oh no!!!

We were hoping that we had eaten it just before things went south and that we hopefully wouldn’t get sick! 

So.. the party went on with thoughts of doubling over a toilet in the back of our heads.. but we didn’t let it phase us.  No no no..

They were preparing for the Easter Egg hunt when I noticed M starting to get a little sleepy.. Since the egg hunt was in about a half an hour, I decided to let her take a quick little cat nap..

However, by the time they were ready for the egg hunt… she wouldn’t wake up!  So I told Hubby to take her anyway, grab about 4 or 5, and we’ll do it at home..

So here’s Hubby:
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We got a couple eggs, then the hosts of the picnic decided to do a Senior’s Egg Hunt, so my father in law grabbed M about 5-6 more eggs.  So much for M’s first real Easter Egg Hunt…

We left the picnic feeling very confident we avoided the food poisoning of the spoiled kare-kare.. so much so that we went down to National City and had halo-halo with ice cream on top.. went to Costco and ate cheese and salami.. and then had cheese and salami sandwhiches for dinner!

 Then.. Hubby started to complain about his stomach.  Suddenly he was in and out of the bathroom.

Then.. my mom..

My dad and I thought we were pretty luckily.  While the two of them we starting to feel the effects, he and I were just fine. 

Wrong!

Much later into the night, my stomach started to turn.. and into the bathroom I went. 

My father, into the wee hours after midnight, was making his run into the bathroom.

This went on for the good part of Easter Sunday.  So much so, that we had to put M’s potty outside of the bathroom in case one of us was in there when she needed to go.

Needless to say, we didn’t get to go to Easter Mass.  M didn’t get to wear her fancy Easter dress.  We missed out on a yummy Easter brunch with the family.

Well… luckily, we’re all ok now.  I’m able to go to work and I think I can eat food again. 

The best part?!  I lost THREE pounds!!!

Hope your Easter was happy and blessed!

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Going to Mass on Sunday with a toddler is always an adventure…

There are weeks where she is absolutely great and we don’t have to stay in the little room made for noisy toddlers. 

Then.. there’s last Sunday.

We are Catholic.  That means that when we go to Mass, there isn’t an area where we can drop off our youngsters for nursery.  Most Churches have a “cry room” which is a small room where families with small children can go so that their noisy toddlers and infants won’t disrupt the main congregation.

For awhile, we had been going straight into the cry room.  But I realized that M acts up a little more when we are in the cry room because she follows the other loud kids. 

So we had been going into the main congregation and she had been relatively better.  It also helped that we had a small magnet doodle board that she would use to write on. 

M had recently learned how to do the Sign of The Cross (proud Catholic mommy moment!) and say “Amen” (another proud Catholic mommy moment!).  She loves to enter the Church, touch the Holy Water, and bless herself.  She says, “Bess.”

This past Sunday, she was all about the “bess.”

We tried to distract her with her doodle board, but it didn’t work.  All she wanted to do was “bess” herself with the Holy Water and she was going to fuss and fight.

So, I took her to the vestibule.

She began to run around, and I was NOT having that.  I took her outside of the main congregation, not for her pleasure, so she was NOT going to run around. 

Well, she wasn’t very happy with me. 

It was a battle of all battles.. mommy versus toddler.. who was going to win!?!

Well, I’d like to think I did.  I picked her up, she fought and cried.  So I took her outside.  She again, wanted to run around, but I didn’t let her. 

I told her that my taking her out of the Church was not a license to play.  If she understood, who knows.. but I don’t want her to think that what we were doing was a good thing.

I was losing patience with her misbehavior, but I had to keep my cool.  If I were to get angry, it would have made her so much more upset, and I didn’t want to cause a scene.  I remained stern without losing my cool and she eventually got quiet enough that we could return to the main congregation.

Sadly, I missed a good portion of the Mass having to deal with M. 

She’s a toddler.  Every week is going to be a different week.  Some weeks are definitely going to be easier than others.

My consolation is that she loves to do the Sign of the Cross, say “Amen” and often reminds us to “pay,” which means “pray” in M-terms.

How do you deal with toddlers and Church?


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