We met a lot of princesses on this vacation to Disney World.
The next pictures are from Epcot where we had breakfast with the princesses. Lots of happy girls here.
And, last but not least, Jasmine with her man at Morocco (in Epcot).
Don't you just love the smiles on their faces? Brother was quite the patient little man during all of this.
Honey wanted a spa birthday party after reading this Spa Princess Cookbook. Today at 2pm, 2 of her friends came over to have some spa treatments, spa food, and some glamour. Of course, her sisters were invited as well. Dad and Brother played the role of spa helpers.
A berry facial mask with cucumbers soaked in a cran-pomegranate/mint leaf concoction.
Pumpkin hated the cucumbers. I could barely put the mask on her at all.
Do you know how hard it is for little girls this age to just lay there and let their feet soak in the mint foot soak and let the restorative effects take place on their faces?
Don’t they look cute?
This is my first attempt at making something out of a cake. It turned out terribly. Hopefully, with practice, the next time I attempt one like this, it’ll look better.
Do you think?
In an effort to make her feel better, I told Pumpkin that I loved her. Here's how she interpreted that as she yelled down to her sisters (the ones who had upset her): Guys, mommy loves me more than you!
My Honey was born at Langley Air Force Base, VA. It was my one and only military hospital birth. It was different, to say the least. Happy Birthday, my sweet child.
Wasn’t she a cute toddler?
We just arrived back home after a two week vacation/road trip. We went to Disney World. It was fantastic. I'm exhausted. Did you even notice I was gone? I have pictures and stories. Coming soon!
We had 8 altar servers at daily mass today. It was truly beautiful to watch. The altar server in the surplice on the right is teaching the young ones.
After mass he came with the biggest smile on his face and gave me a big hug. I told him how proud I was of him and he replied, “I’m proud of me too!”
At times during a First Friday mass followed by Benediction and Exposition, the man in charge of the altar servers snags Brother to help carry the boat while he, Mr. C, carries the censer. The first time he did it, he cried afterwards from the release of stress. He's done it a few times since and is more comfortable with it.
Mr. C has been trying to get Brother to become an altar server, but there has been resistance. I found out it was because he was feeling nervous. He's still worried but is ready. He had training with an older altar server last Friday. He will be serving tomorrow.
He helped with the boat again last Friday and was allowed to walk back down the aisle with the rest of the servers, priests, and deacon. I couldn't finish singing the closing hymn.
I'm going to need tissues tomorrow.
I'm crazy. I must be because I've joined a KAL (knit-along) to knit 52 pairs of socks in one year. The idea is to knit one pair a week. I know I won't make the full 52 pairs, but it will be fun to use up all that sock yarn I've purchased. And, it means I can get more (don't read that sentence, Ben!). I'll be posting pictures as I go along.
For the past few days, our household has been in an uproar in preparation for our yard sale. This is a big thing for us because we have never gotten rid of any toys. That's right. For eleven years, we have accumulated every single toy. Let me change that. We sold one toy at a post-wide garage sale at Fort Eustis in 2004. Brother lost his mind. We chose not to put him or us through that. But, something had to be done. My playroom picker-upper Ben is leaving for Afghanistan and I must simplify.
We had a lot of things. Lots of clothes. Lots of toys. Not so many books for sale (come on, did you think there would be?). We had a great turnout and made a lot of money.
Nothing is free though. My heart was just broken seeing pieces of our past leaving the yard. At times I just wanted to sob my heart out. It was so stupid because these are inanimate objects. The clothes are just clothes. The baby toys are just baby toys. The memories did not leave with them, but each time I saw an outfit leave, I remembered them on my girls. I should've been looking at it as a glass half full thing and think of it as a trip down memory lane, but I was too busy trying not to cry.
Oh, this is a pathetic blog post. Anyway, the sale is over. The kitchen, living room, playroom, and girls room are a mess. I have a vacation to get ready for. A new week is upon us. Let's hope I can get things done this week as well as I did this past week.
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