That’s the Way We Do Proud Mary

It’s Holy Week, also known as Answer Intense Theological Questions Week.  Holly will be baptized this weekend at the Easter Vigil service, so that plays into the questioning as well.  A seemingly simple question rapidly becomes a test of not only knowing exactly what you believe, but knowing it well enough to articulate it.  You have to UNDERSTAND something to be able to explain it to a 3 or 5 year old.  And these are 3 and 5 year old Episcopalians, so they want real information.  And it’s 6:45 in the morning and the coffee is still brewing.

Rush and Tate have been baptizing each other by getting their fingers wet and making the sign of the cross on each other’s foreheads.  They baptized Holly while she was taking a bath the other day and Tate baptized me today with condensation from the window.  It’s very holy and sacramental around here when it’s not off the walls bonkers crazy.

Back in the days before anyone had heard about Keeping Calm and Carrying On, before any dude in a truck could have a Keep Calm and Eat Bacon bumper sticker, my BFF Kate had the poster, probably pulled straight out of that couple’s shop basement in London.  It’s so annoying to have something unique and then everyone else gets it.  So noted:  Kate started it.

Keeping calm, is that a thing?  Mwahahaha..that’s the sound of Rush and Tate’s laughter.  It was raining and chilly (what?) today, so we were stuck inside for most of the day.  Included in the festivities were no naps, lots of crying, someone getting hit with a shovel, someone trying to scale the fridge, someone trying to saw our new carpet with a cake server, screaming, screaming, screaming, Tate wearing boxer shorts instead of pants because Monday is laundry day and somehow last week he wore every single pair of shorts and pants in his drawer, and the glory of everything.

Last week we went to register Rush for Kindergarten (!) and the night before I was telling Trent that I hoped it would go well with keeping Rush and Tate quiet and contained and Holly happy while I accurately filled out important paperwork.  He started trying to figure out a plan for us, maybe a way I could go with less than three kids with me, but I stopped him.  That’s just the way we do things around here, the new standard.  You see, we never ever do nothing nice and easy.  We always do it nice and rough.