If you usually read my blog, you’ll understand how much of a challenge “quick” takes are for me. Let’s see how I do . . .
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Happy Chair of St. Peter! In this house we celebrate the fasts AND the feasts, so we always look forward to the feasts in Lent, and make a big to-do. But this year it falls on a FRIDAY, making it a regular ‘ol abstinence day. Chair of St. Peter <shaking fist> why aren’t you a solemnity? (Not that our usual celebrations involve a lot of meat, it just somehow feels less festive.)
Here are some candy chairs we made to celebrate the feast a couple of years ago. Candy + cookies + frosting + sprinkles = tiny, delicious Chairs of St. Peter!
It seems especially poignant this year doesn’t it? What with trying to understand the papal election process and random, crazy emails that ought to be more decisively refuted by certain clearing-houses that claim to be impartial. But it’s a nice time to remember that while we LOVE the man, our assent is to the CHAIR. In case you missed it, here is the story about the time Jack got his First Communion from the Pope.
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Great Moments in Homeschooling
Me: Capital of Arkansas?
Bobby: ummmmmmm . . .
Me: It wouldn’t hurt TOO much if I threw it at you.
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We are trying to do our part around here (you’re welcome, America). But the thing I keep coming back to is, they’re ALL SO DIFFERENT, how could I not have them ALL? And how could I not want all the rest God might send my way? I have six children, but only one can do this:
|It’s an owl named Flappy.|
These two are numbers four and five. If we hadn’t been open to what some people would consider an irresponsibly large family, they wouldn’t be here to amaze and amuse us.
But, hey, we didn’t stop there. We also got this one:
|Memorizing the Gettysburg Address|
|The winner of our family sand castle contest on Thursday|
In case you missed the Downton Abbey season finale, here’s how it might have gone down on Facebook:
My sister-in-law (Hi Brie!) and I watched it together and we knew SOMETHING was up. Seriously could they BE any more lovey-dovey? (I mean, no, of course, that’s how the husband and I talk to each other all the time. In fact, he was just saying to me over a game of cricket how he never imagined he could love like this, weren’t you dear?)
But I never thought they would do THAT again, in the SAME SEASON! I was rather incensed. But then, I looked into it (way past my bedtime) and discovered that it really wasn’t Julian Fellowes’ fault after all. I guess I’ll forgive them. Although I still think the final shot was a bit beyond the pale.
Just think, the Brits got to watch that on Christmas Day!