Spend Great and Holy Friday with Us

Our day started with our early riser (Spunky) waking up long before the sun began to peak over the horizon. I brought her into our bedroom and attempted to sleep a little bit longer. Shortly after her arrival, Punky came into our room and Bunky began to cry in his crib. So, we made our way downstairs and let Daddy sleep in.

I made a batch of Kulich (Russian Pascha/Easter Bread), but, with my terrible luck, my bread did not rise… at all.  So I baked a small loaf to see how it would turn out.  Since it turned out fine, I decided to make braided loaves with that dough and I will try again tomorrow with the Kulich.
(Any tips on how to make my bread rise?)

While I was mixing up the dough, I sat the kiddos down at the table with a few coloring pages of Great and Holy Friday.  Punky even drew blood on Christ’s hands (look closely at the photo).  He is all about the small details.

Later that day, we headed to church for the Entombment Vespers, where Christ is literally taken down from the cross and placed into the tomb.  It is a wonderful service for children to see what happened when Christ died.  It also made them both very excited for Sunday morning!  Spunky kept asking, “Is Jesus in the soup?” She didn’t understand the word tomb, so I had to explain that to her.

Speaking of which, Punky and I had a really wonderful talk last night about dying:  He asked me if God was in the sun, and I told him that God made the sun, but he was in Heaven.  Then I explained how after Jesus rose from the dead, He ascended into Heaven, etc.  They he asked me how we could go and see God in Heaven. I told him that when we die, we’ll see Him.  Then he started asking questions about why people die.  It was a very insightful conversation that I had with my four year old. I am very proud of him.

Later this evening, as I was carrying Bunky in his carseat, I tripped in our garage.  Rather than throwing the carseat with my baby boy in it, I tried to land without hurting him.  But, of course, I hurt myself.  I somehow managed to lose both of my shoes, scrape up my toes and some of my nail polish and…
I broke my toe!

Just my luck! My mom always jokes that I have a “little black cloud that follows me”, but it really seems true. I just can’t catch a break recently.

Thank you for all your prayers for the sickness in our family.
We are all feeling much better.

Unfortunately, my husband also hurt himself this week: he was carrying a large amount of carpet down the steps at our former home, and he fell down the concrete stairs.  Thankfully, he wasn’t hurt too badly, but his knees are very sore.

I hope everyone had a blessed Good Friday.
We are looking forward to celebrating our Savior’s resurrection!

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