Quarantine: Sun. 4/12 (Easter)
Easter in quarantine. It was a strange one. Luckily, I'd gotten everything for the kids' Easter baskets and Easter eggs well before the lockdown. Last night, I arranged everything in their baskets, and Andrew and I filled the eggs. This year they got chocolate eggs plus mini Harry Potter Funko figurines and cute rabbit figurines in their eggs. In their baskets were two packs of Plus Plus tiles, a Maileg cat wearing a sweater and skirt, a "tackle box" of spring-themed candy from Dylan's Candy Bar, other chocolate, sheep and bunny Legos, and a Need-o squishy ball. They loved everything, especially the Harry Potter figurines, and played with them the entire rest of the day.
Because of Slug Easter 2018, the Easter Bunny no longer hides the eggs overnight or early in the morning. Instead, he leaves a bag of filled eggs for me to hide once everyone wakes up. So after the kids looked through their baskets, I hid the eggs outside, and they did the egg hunt. Then I made Pillsbury crescents with Nutella for breakfast.
Trying for any shred of normalcy, we all tuned in to our church's live-streamed Easter Mass. The priest had requested parishioners to send a family photo, which the church printed out in color and taped to the pews--so the church was filled with all these photographs of people who ordinarily would have been at Mass. The priest gave his homily with his back to the pews so the camera showed all the photos in the background. It was such a lovely idea. But as soon as the opening hymn started playing, Andrew and I both started sobbing. We couldn't help it. It's not that we're such churchy people. But seeing the empty church was so shockingly strange and wrong and upsetting. Most days it's easy to feel like we're living just a slightly warped version of regular life, but seeing something like that really drives home how INSANE this time really is. And we wanted to be at church with other people like a regular Easter. Anyhoo. I'm sure we scarred L&G for life. "I've never seen Mommy and Daddy cry at THE SAME TIME," Lucia observed uneasily.
The rest of the day was better. Andrew made a carrot cake with Peeps. We Facetimed with Mom and Dad and Molly. I read The Mysterious Journey of Edward Tulane. L&G played nonstop with their Easter things. We took a family walk up the block and saw some of the baby foxes who live under our neighbor's porch. We had ham, corn casserole, and bread Andrew made for dinner. (The ham was frozen ham from Christmas dinner.)
Tonight we watched the new Trolls movie, Trolls World Tour. It was exceedingly strange.
Easter 2020. Quarantine Easter. It's not Slug Easter, but a memorable one nonetheless.
Because of Slug Easter 2018, the Easter Bunny no longer hides the eggs overnight or early in the morning. Instead, he leaves a bag of filled eggs for me to hide once everyone wakes up. So after the kids looked through their baskets, I hid the eggs outside, and they did the egg hunt. Then I made Pillsbury crescents with Nutella for breakfast.
Trying for any shred of normalcy, we all tuned in to our church's live-streamed Easter Mass. The priest had requested parishioners to send a family photo, which the church printed out in color and taped to the pews--so the church was filled with all these photographs of people who ordinarily would have been at Mass. The priest gave his homily with his back to the pews so the camera showed all the photos in the background. It was such a lovely idea. But as soon as the opening hymn started playing, Andrew and I both started sobbing. We couldn't help it. It's not that we're such churchy people. But seeing the empty church was so shockingly strange and wrong and upsetting. Most days it's easy to feel like we're living just a slightly warped version of regular life, but seeing something like that really drives home how INSANE this time really is. And we wanted to be at church with other people like a regular Easter. Anyhoo. I'm sure we scarred L&G for life. "I've never seen Mommy and Daddy cry at THE SAME TIME," Lucia observed uneasily.
The rest of the day was better. Andrew made a carrot cake with Peeps. We Facetimed with Mom and Dad and Molly. I read The Mysterious Journey of Edward Tulane. L&G played nonstop with their Easter things. We took a family walk up the block and saw some of the baby foxes who live under our neighbor's porch. We had ham, corn casserole, and bread Andrew made for dinner. (The ham was frozen ham from Christmas dinner.)
Tonight we watched the new Trolls movie, Trolls World Tour. It was exceedingly strange.
Easter 2020. Quarantine Easter. It's not Slug Easter, but a memorable one nonetheless.
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