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"You have a shy personality. You tend to hesitate before trying new things or meeting new people. But once people get to know you, you open up and show the world what you are really all about."
HT: Mary Ellen
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We attended the baptism of a lovely lady, Madelyn Marie. She was beautiful and was so peaceful throughout the ceremony. The other children all behaved their absolute best. Another of my friends attended just one week after the birth of her little one, Grace Marie. I know the ladies of the Magnum Opus group have been waiting for pictures of Grace, so here they are.
Jess’s dear husband is home on R&R from Iraq (Welcome Home!!!). Here he is holding this sweet baby.
Isn’t Grace beautiful?
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Earlier this evening, Sister’s loose tooth looked like this.
Now, after brushing her teeth tonight.
I guess the tooth fairy will be making a visit. 🙂
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When Brother was 3, Sister arrived. I loved the idea of Sister having a big brother. You see, I had always wanted a big brother. Then, at age 6, Brother had is autism diagnosis. My illusions of the future were shattered. I thought, Brother will never be the big brother I’d envisioned. I would see other brothers his age engaging their little baby sister (or brother) and I’d grieve inside.
Today, Honey had to see a doctor because she’s been quite ill. It turned out to be an ear infection. When the doctor called for us, we trooped (all 5 of us) towards the offices in the clinic. I looked behind me to make sure they were all following behind and my heart leapt for joy. Brother was holding onto Honey’s hand as a gesture of comfort. He may not always show his affection for his sisters like neurotypical big brothers, but he does know how come through in the clutch. Brother blesses us in so many ways that I really shouldn’t grieve. I need to be thankful for who he is. And, I am.
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I was inspired by the ladies at my favorite place to "decorate" for Lent. I’ve been meaning to do this for each liturgical season, but am learning to take it slowly. One of the things I really liked was saying good-bye to Alleluia.
So, here’s white felt and gold glitter glue.
Sister did not like the script so I wrote it in manuscript also.
Then I rolled it up and placed in on our mantle behind the crown of thorns.
My mantle is a nice reminder this Lenten season. Seeing it everyday helps to keep me focused.
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Sister is a very determined girl. She’s focused and somewhat driven (my mother says she’s a lot like me, but I don’t really see it). Anyway, I had purchased a hula hoop for a Blue Knights class and she fell in love with it. So, I bought her a smaller one. Well, wouldn’t you know it, she worked and worked with it until she mastered it.
Yes, she’s hula hooping with 2.
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As part of my Lenten journey, I am cleaning and organizing my entire house with the intention that the whole house will be completed by Easter. I started in the schoolroom.
And, here are the after shots.
This table holds our monthly read aloud books from various lists.
There’s quite a bit of wall space there that I need to fill up. I think I’ll hang the dry erase board I’ve had sitting around.
Finally, tomorrow, we will have school in the schoolroom. We’re all very excited. I still need one more big bookshelf to put books and some Montessori materials, but that will have to wait. I will also be placing our little table/bench set by the window for my two younger ones to do "school".
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Cheryl has the wonderful Loveliness of Baking fair up at her blog, My Thoughtful Spot. All you need is a good drink, there are many baked goodies for you to look at and great stories to read.
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My father is a very stoic man who does not show affection. He shows us his love through his actions. He used to work 18 hour days as a clerk in two different liquor stores to support his family during our family’s hardest times. That to me spoke volumes of his love for his family. So, it comes as no surprise that he would through his actions show his love for me and my baking.
I was sixteen at the time and it was Thanksgiving. I was usually given the task of making the meal. I set out to make the pumpkin pie and I was so proud of it. After Thanksgiving, I proudly put a piece of pie in front of my dad. He gobbled it up and declared it delicious. Then everyone else dug in. Everyone took a bite and said, "Oh, it’s awful! What’s wrong with it?" Well, it turns out I forgot the sugar. My dad ate the entire piece without wincing or grimacing. I’ll always remember what he did for me.
Now, many years later, I still do the baking and most of the cooking, with help from my mother, on special occasions. However, that was the best pumpkin pie I ever made. My dad loved me through it.
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