We took all the kids to Holy Thursday Mass. Overall they were good. My favorite moment had to be this though. Poor Teresa, up over an hour past her bedtime, and so overtired she spent half the mass whimpering, became completely enamored with the procession. She never looked away from it. In fact, the third time they passed by, she turned to Thomas, pointed at the ciborium and said, "Look, it's Jesus!" Father gave her a wink.
Good Friday service was more challenging but we survived it with all the kids as well. We did not brave the vigil though.
So on Sunday we went to a nice Easter Mass followed by a delicious brunch at Cheesecake Factory.