He drank the Kool-Aid

Happy Easter, everyone! I can't believe that this time next year I'll have someone to hide eggs for! Ellie may not understand, but I'm sure I'll try anyway. Maybe next year it won't SNOW the day before Easter. I was amazed when I looked out the window on Saturday morning to see flurries coming down. It didn't accumulate, but burr - it was freezing. We'd been using the AC for about a month, but had to switch back to the heat on Friday night. I had planned on wearing the dress I wore to my shower to Easter services, but since it was 40 out, I went with a wool coat and scarf instead. Turns out this is the first April snowfall since Dallas has been keeping record. Let's hope it's the last.

Saturday was a big day because... Lee is now a bona fied Catholic. He's been taking classes since September and the big conversion took place on Saturday night at Conversionathon '07. That's not what they call it, but it felt like it since we were there for three and a half hours. If you ever do something really bad and feel the need to repent, get yourself about 36 weeks pregnant and then go sit on a solid wood pew at for 3.5 hours at the Easter Vigil mass. There were seven readings, an epistle, a gospel, homily, baptisms, confirmations, and finally Eucharist. We didn't get home until about 11:30 PM. Lee's friend, Mike, was his sponsor. I think Lee felt he might finally be taught the secret handshake or be forced to participate in idol worship, but it never happened. At any rate, I'm very happy for him and Ellie doesn't know it yet, but she is too. Katy wonders if now that Lee has converted if he will be consumed with the crushing guilt that comes with being a Catholic. I told her that I didn't think he feels the crushing guilt yet, but give it some time. We've only been married for 3 years.

On Tuesday, I went to the Catholic bookstore to get Lee a greeting card and some prayer cards for St. Joseph, since that's the confirmation name he took. I was looking for a "My First Hairshirt", but there must have been a run on them because it's Holy Week. When I walked in, the lady behind the counter asked if she could help me. "My husband is going through RCIA right now and will be confirmed on Saturday night, so do you have any "welcome to the club" greeting cards?", I asked with a chuckle. My attempt at unholy comedy was met with an icy stare. Apparently there's no joking about sacraments and there's no laughing in the Catholic bookstore. I missed the sign on the door. If I'd known I was walking into a hotbed of Catholic hilarity, I would have left my wedding rings in the car and referred to Lee as my "baby daddy". As I was picking out the prayer cards, Sister Mary Serious was telling one of her co-workers how she's not a good flosser so she has to use a water pick on her teeth because there's a spot near her molars that collects food. I lit a candle for her on Sunday, and I'm sure she lit 50 for me.

On Easter morning, I made waffles for the first time ever. That's what Lee requested so I figured out how to make them and used one of our yet-to-be-used wedding gifts. He actually requested blueberry waffles, but let me off the hook since I served him breakfast in bed. The Brights and the Rogers met for lunch at the Grape on Sunday afternoon and then everyone came back to our house to see the completed nursery. We finally got the sofa in Saturday. Now all we need is that baby!