Now that Bobby has had his First Holy Communion, he qualifies to be an Altar Boy at the Old Mission. I so love it there. No classes, no sign-ups — if you’ve had your First Communion you show up and suit up and the older boys start showing you the ropes.
If you’ve been wondering whether I really do have a system for everything, I think I can clear that up for you with this:
My Sack Lunch Numbering System.
It was born over the summer when I send my preschoolers to the neighborhood park day camp near my in-laws’ house in Chicago. They would sometimes come home with half eaten lunches, but always the wrong half was eaten. They never could seem to remember that sandwiches should be eaten before cookies.
So, I started numbering all the stuff I put in their lunches. I also do it during the year on our co-op days.
And now they always eat the important stuff first!
I walked into my bedroom yesterday to find this:
This is what my desk drawer currently looks like:
Why yes, that IS a used pregnancy test in there. I always feel uncomfortable throwing away the thing that says I’m pregnant, especially at the very beginning, when it’s all I have to prove to myself that it’s really true.
Of course, now, I have the all consuming morning all-day-sickness to keep me company. So probably it’s time to get the thing I peed on out of the pencil drawer.
Speaking of all-day-sickness . . . I still really can’t complain, since it’s way better than last time, but I’m feeling pretty lazy, and school is winding down for the year. We only have two weeks left on our syllabi and then some testing, but the year is broken up a bit top-heavy, so the days go a lot quicker after Easter break than at the beginning of the year.
Which is all to explain how I’ve been able to spend so much time watching Doctor Who.
I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while since so many of my fellow bloggers seem to love it. Honestly though, I just don’t usually have time to watch TV. But I’ve been sneaking off during the afternoons with my iPad to watch it streaming on Netflix, and it was just what I needed: creative, silly, ridiculous and fun.
I love how unapologically throwback the Brits are. I decided to start with 2005, Season 1 of the new version, rather than back at the beginning with the classic 1963 episodes (also available on Netflix). In the US when they bring back an old show it’s usually a “reboot” with a new world, a new cast, a new history. But the Brits say, “This show has a talking robot dog in it, like it or lump it.” I like it.
Now I was assured that I just had to stick it out through the beginning with the Ninth Doctor, until I got to the Tenth Doctor, the best Doctor of them all.
But it just goes to show “to each her own”, because I adored the Ninth Doctor. He was tall, and goofy, and cheerful, and authoritative. Nineteen year old me would definitely have followed that guy all over space and time. Fantastic.
I know that British actors don’t usually stick with shows very long <still shaking fist at Downton Abbey> but once I started liking him, I figured I’d at least get a couple of seasons, maybe three, and Rose would get rid of Mickey, and . . . then BOOM he’s gone, regenerated at the end of Season 1.
But I’m thinking, well maybe the Tenth Doctor really will be better. But, no, not for me he’s not. I’m only four episodes in to the second season, but he’s a bit spazzy and sarcastic for my taste. Not to mention irresponsible and womanizing. And what’s with all the evil-cat-nuns and evil-ninja-werewolf-monks in season two? I know they’re not really represented as Catholic (or Catholic anymore), but it wasn’t my favorite. It would be nice to see a positive representation of religious characters. But I’m still feeling poorly enough to stick it out for a few more episodes.
All I know about the Eleventh Doctor are the photos that came up when I was looking for a picture of the Ninth Doctor, so maybe I’m wrong, but it sure looks like they made one of those kids from One Direction into a Time Lord, so I guess I have that to look forward to.
So with baby number seven on the way we are about to officially outgrow my Chevy Venture, for which I have a great fondness. It’s an eight-seater, which is hard to find, but that won’t be enough. So we’re planning to get a new van before the baby comes. We’re not actively shopping yet, but I’ve been keeping my eyes open, just hoping to somehow avoid the big ol’ white airport shuttle van everyone else at the park drives. So imagine how excited I was to see this little number pull up to the birthday party we went to last weekend in San Diego:
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| They’ve got two car seats strapped into it! |
It’s a Pinzgauer High-Mobility All-Terrain Vehicle and it seats two up front, twelve in the back. And you can just hose it out when it gets dirty. It only goes 55 miles per hour, but, hey, I drive too fast anyway! The husband is thinking it would perhaps not be the most practical vehicle ever, but I remain partially-smitten with it. How awesome would we look piling out of that thing?
- liking Heather’s FB page (https://www.facebook.com/OrigamiOwlHeatherGaffneyID)
- liking Catholic All Year’s FB page
- following Heather’s blog (http://mamacre8s.com)
- following Catholic All Year
- following Heather on twitter (@mamacre8s)
- placing an order (couple more chances) (must provide order # in order to get chances)
- booking an online or catalog party (more chances) (must provide date in order to get the chances)
- signing up to join Heather’s team (most chances) (can be done via her website, must provide DIW # in order to get the chances)
I just found out that they’re having a 10% sale on a few styles, Friday only:
