Pom Pom Sunday.

Some days I don't know what to blog about.

Other days, I don't know how to choose.

Let this day be declared the day when there was just too much to pick from.

"Pom Pom Sunday" 2010.

"Pom Pom Sunday" 2010 - Declared so by Decky Wheels at dinner this evening with his 4 grandparents. Easter - a week early. Who doesn't love Easter a bit early?

And so, this post is about making each day more fun than it intends to be. Because Pom Pom Sunday is way more fun then Palm Sunday. Just saying.

At precisely 8:07 AM the hubby and I decided to hit the 8:30 AM mass. You know:

To "free up the rest of the day". Not going to say who I'm quoting back there. They'll have to go to confession.

But, the hubby was in his "office" at the time of the decision so I was left with the always favorite dilemma: How to get 2 kids & myself "church ready" in 10 minutes.

(Did I mention that we were ALL covered in syrup?)

Just for kicks I lobbed a pass to Dec: "we all have to be ready for church in 10 minutes and I'm going to run upstairs and throw your church clothes down the stairs and if you're ready before Nonie, then you get the prize...."

The Prize? Who doesn't want the prize?

Just for the record: I want a prize.

Shockingly: Dec was ready for church in about 45 seconds. Including socks. Shoes were on and intent to put on fleece jacket upon exiting door was confirmed. He was way ahead of everyone. He totally won. Good for him, I thought.

But then, as I wrestled Nonie into a pair of tights and patent leather shoes - I noticed that every single strand of HIS hair was standing perpendicular to his scalp. Heaven help me.

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We made it to church. Kids were loud during every quiet pause in the "passion". And, after the first "Momma" that Nonie yelped in the hear-a-pin-drop-sanctuary, that once was our otherwise easy-going church - I stopped caring. We're here. Just be glad we made it here.

Dec whipped Nonie with the Palms for most of the mass and I left the church grateful that she didn't have a scratched cornea by the end of the 75 minute respite. Yup. 75 minutes.

But it was a good 8 hours later: during dinner with his Granny Annie (yum pink cupcakes...bless me father for I have sinned... I have eaten 2 pink cupcakes since my last confession.....), Papa H., Grandpa C, and Granny Tess, that Dec announced that today is Pom Pom Sunday.

Of course it is.

And upon the announcement this otherwise cold, gray, and rainy March Sunday afternoon became a bit brighter because a 4-year-old saw it brighter and declared it so.

Pom Pom Sunday. 2010. This brightness will stay with me for a long time....

P.S. this was my Pom Pom Sunday outfit. My cool baby sister "lily" made the apron and the apron compliments were overwhelming. She is super talented. And I am super proud.

P.P.S. Dec's prize for being the fastest dressed? Smooches from his Mamma. Might need a new prize next time?!?!