Photo episode

In reverse. Here we are at bedtime tonight. Glowsticks were obtained at the light parade we went to earlier this evening. Isabelle if you look carefully is wearing a Minnie Mouse costume obtained at an impromptu trip to the thrift store today.

The parade was fun and we were smart because we got a parking spot close to the road and watched it all from the van instead of braving the snowstorm.


Here is Max, and no that's not dirt on his face. He is a kitty cat. Obviously.
James and Helena, a dog and a cat respectively. Looks like the cat captured a bird's nest.
This was a dance party instigated by Helena. It was hard to capture the mania since they move so fast!

So the Advent wreath. The kids helped me decorate it and I was proud to actually have all the candles BEFORE advent started. I believe this is a first. However I couldn't find the little brass ring candle holder to actually put it all together--well--until today that is. James wanted to me to take his picture but wasn't interested in standing still.

Awwww!!!
Sisters.

Good night.

Trick-or-Treat on Mainstreet

I wrote a nice little blurb about Halloween but then deleted it. I'm having technological problems tonight. Here they are though, the pictures that is. Eric and I made all the hats in October. I may have finished the last one 30 minutes after the event started. Eric didn't believe I could but he must not understand my ability to crack down under deadline.
And look how snazzy and natural we are that we had roving ON HAND to make our beards. The down side to all that naturalness is the strong smell of sheep that is nestled occasionally up your nose. . .














Here we are L-R: Doc, Dopey, Happy, Sleepy, Grumpy, Bashful, and Eric in back as Sneezy.

Max up there on the left as Dopey. He played the part well... Almost too well.

I wish we had a close-up of Sally she slept the whole time and was adorable in her little baby sized hat.

There are the kids running because, well, CANDY!!!!!!!!!

Everything was kinda crazy and overwhelming when we were there. Lot's of milling.

I really like my eyebrows.

Dabbling in the flower arts

I've been wanting to post pictures for a while of the flower ladies' work. Sometime last year the position coordinating the Mass flowers opened up and I had secretly been wanting to try my hand at this job so I leaped at the opportunity. I had some ideas for increasing the scale of arrangements and after I took over I found myself in a position that came with LOTS of freedom. I scoured books on floristry from the library, including ILLs and certainly have learned a few tricks of the trade. Over the year a few other very talented women have joined in and every week we have a great time trying to create worthy arrangements for our Church. It's definitely been an awesome creative outlet, and a privilege to work with such wonderful artists who help bring all my visions to bloom (so to speak).

Small altar vase for mission church by Logan.

Offertory vase by Ceci.

Deconstruction.

Rosary table vase by Logan.

This one was being ornery for Sue.

Sue showing that freesia who's boss.

One of the main altar arrangements.

The more I learn the less I know

I love how James knows when to tell me "I love you so much mommy," he's a pretty intuitive little boy.

It's funny how being a parent makes you a better parent. It's funny how before you have kids you kinda think you have an idea of how it all works. How you'll always be the picture of firm, yet loving, equability. And of course I am! ;)

I feel that having small kids is kinda like having manic depression, extreme highs and lows. The scary thing is how the ups and downs come in freakishly close succession-- seconds apart even. Right now is pretty high, Sally's chewing on my finger. Children are playing pleasantly. Laundry has a chance at getting finished. Much is right with the world.

As a parent you can never have too many bodily fluid stories

Around 3am this morning Isabelle crawled into our bed next to me. Around 5am she peed and got up and went over to Eric's side leaving me to roll into her puddle. . .hey, no fair! Eric left around 6am and I was awoken an hour later by the smell of poop. Somehow that smell always has the ability to jar me awake no matter how good the dream. Anyway, there was Max standing next to my bed with his exceedingly loaded diaper next to him on the floor. Thanks Max for letting me know! The third and final story also stars Max, who decided a good time to get on the table and pee all over it was when I was concurrently organizing our CD collection. I just looked at him and asked "why?'

Strict Constructionist

Today Eric said to Max, "you have to have pants to go outside." Max took this quite literally and went to his drawer and obediently took out pants (and a shirt!) and carrying them walked outside.

Naked.

Stuff my kids do

I'm thinking I'm going to start keeping track of the crazy things my kiddos do, I figured why not keep it here for the amusement of all. I'm trying to look at this list as therapy... perhaps it will keep me from losing my cool. :)

The latest escapade was a productive activity James and Max wanted do, which was to throw rocks off the porch. A seemingly harmless amusement until I realized their source for the rocks was my decorative hurricane glass that got smashed on the floor in order to empty it of its contents.

When questioned why, James pleaded that he only wanted to put the rocks in the garden.

Maybe I should actually call it "things my kids break."