There are two ways to get to South Bend from here. One is via the interstates, and the other (which is apparently quicker) takes you through the boonies of the Hoosier state. Oh, who am I kidding? You can drive about seven minutes west from our apartment and you're in the boonies. But we got to drive through little towns with rusty barns and barely pronounceable names. Apparently we were also in Amish and Mennonite country. It looked a lot like this for an hour:
Once we got up to South Bend, we bee-lined it to get to mass on time. Notre Dame is mostly a walking campus, so we had to trek fifteen minutes on foot to get to mass. (Hey, at least it's flat! Says the girl whose college campus was on a huge hill.)
|Basilica where we went to mass|
|It's pretty on the inside, too!|
|I was trying to get baby to hold up her "We're Number 1!" finger, but this is the best we got.|
|There is supposed to be water in a reflecting pool behind me.|
|We're yelling "Touchdown!!" just like we do every Saturday while watching our teams play.|
|We thought about feeding them some baby puffs we had in our bag but decided against it. |
They'll forgive us since they're Catholic ducks, right?
Our day was not without calamity, of course. Baby Cora pulled one of her socks off while we were wandering around and dropped it somewhere, never to be seen again. Then our one-sock baby wet through her clothes while we were in the bookstore. B tried to put her new outfit on in a little sitting area, but she's getting to that stage where she hates getting dressed and will try to escape from it. So that's how this happened:
|She bit it pretty hard on the carpet, yet somehow still smiled for the camera.|
At least we got one good family picture to cap off the day:
|I wish the stranger who took the pic would have gotten all of Our Lady (at the top of the Dome). |
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.