Monday, April 17, 2006
I am a Bad Catholic. In that I spent most of church yesterday watching Maggie and the approximately 247 other little kids in church and listened to the cacophony created by those kids.
Question for anyone who reads me: if you have kids and go to church, at what point do you remove them from the sanctuary if they start becoming loud? With us, it's a couple minutes--our church doesn't have a "cry room" so we have to make do. And do you let them run around the main "church" area? Some people, some of whom are friends of ours, do and I think it's really inappropriate, but haven't gotten up the nerve to say anything. We just try to lead by example, I suppose--can't complaina bot other's behavior when you engage in it yourself.
It was a wonderful day, though. Maggie looked so cute in her little dress, had a ball at Easter dinner at my mom and dad's house, charmed the socks off all and sundry and it was just generally happy. We had a great Polish meal--barcz (prounounced BARchzt), a soup with veal, pork roast, ham (2 kinds) and real kielbasa cooked in a broth made orm the drippings from the meat and vinegar, and eggs added in at the last minute, plus all those meats.. My mom makes this horrifying but delicious cheesy potato dish. Frozen hash browns, onions, milk and Velveeta (OH YEAH) cooked together. We let Maggie have some and laughed that this kid who mostly gets natural, unprocessed, healthy food was either going to hate it or be all "You people have SO been holding out on me!" Of course, she devoured it. And we DID have a salad, to counteract all the scary things on the table.
Also--I have a new post beloww the last one, headlined "Sleep my child..."; for some reason it published on the day I started it, not the day I finished and posted it. So, you know, it's less boring than this, go read!