Holy Cow

In observance of Holy Week, we are applying some of the advice Father B. imparted during Sunday's sermon. Don't tell my kids, but it just may be the new norm around Casa Wags so staggering are the early results. We are enforcing an hour limit each day on any combination of computer, t.v. or video gaming. Yesterday, T. Bone and Miss Bit skipped it all...all together...in favor of a made-up game called ghost, swinging on the swings, scootering, bike riding, playing basketball and you get the idea. This morning they erected forts together in the family room and were conniving all the way to school on how to improve them when they return home this afternoon.

After dinner, we took turns reading Bible stories, and reflecting on the Passion of Jesus. I'm fairly certain that now Miss Bit is well aware of why we celebrate Easter. Come Sunday there will still be baskets stuffed with too many goodies, egg hunts, pastel colored clothing, lilies to bring to Grandma in a pretty pot, Grandpa's ham, coconut cupcakes and lemon bars, but most of all there will be a sense of renewal and hope and grace.