Clare: Why don’t people want to go to Mass?
Lucy: They probably think it’s boring.
Clare: I love the readings. Except the ones that start “brothers and sisters”, they’re usually pretty boring.
Me: raucous laughter
Sorry, St. Paul. I guess you can’t please everyone.
Lucy was going through an old notebook this afternoon, and found a club she and Clare made up for themselves a couple of years ago: the VSDG group.
Which stands for the Vegetarian Spy Detective Girl Scout Group. (They left out the “S” for some reason.)
This is one in a litany of clubs they’ve made up over the years, of course. This one lasted roughly two days.
Clare gave up being a vegetarian when we had hot dogs for dinner. Goodbye VSDG.
The next iteration of the Baker Girls Club is in discussion as we speak. We’ll see if they can outdo their past efforts.
Me: “Clare, what kind of ice cream do you want for your birthday?”
Clare: “Rock ‘n Roll!”
Me: “You mean Rocky Road?”
Clare: “Yes!”
I’m not sure I want to know what goes into “Rock ‘n Roll” ice cream…
Although Google tells me it is both an ice cream shop in Georgia and a vinyl album. Of course.
Our Little Miss Sunshine is 7 years old today!
She’s busy with ballet, books, sewing, and drawing. And, of course, being the best playmate ever for Isaac. Her superpower: she gives great hugs.
We’ve spent a lot of time counting our blessings lately, and our lovely, loving children are always at the top of the list.
(Hopefully soon we can share a picture of them all together…)
This is why I like us all being home.
I’m making lunch and packing up to go visit Jacob this afternoon.
Lucy is practicing violin, working between piano, YouTube videos, and her metronome to get it “just right.”
I walked by the art room, and Samantha (who could not, would not read this time last year) is reading one of my childhood favorite books, Happy Birthday Moon, to Isaac (in Batman outfit) and Clare (caring for a baby bear).
These are the good times. Lord, help me remember that!
This really should have posted yesterday, but I, by which I mean Craig, had to figure out how to post pictures since it’s been so long. Better late than never, right?
The view from our kitchen window.
That is a leaf inside an icicle, if you were wondering.
And the bush outside the bathroom window.
I don’t think I’ve seen snowflakes as fat as we had on Tuesday since we lived in South Bend. The kids have had a ball (Samantha even got to make a miniature snowman – sorry, no pics of that!) but it has been a little surreal.
And of course all the fun wasn’t outside:
Lucy and her friend were practicing multiplication tables this morning (not my idea – I love having extra kids around sometimes!) and they decided it would be fun to make it into a Go Fish! game. So they did. And spent half an hour or so playing 6 Times Table Go Fish.
Just caught Clare explaining to another friend about how difficult it was for Michelangelo to carve David (“and if he made a tiny mistake, just this big, the whole thing would be ruined!”) and retelling the story of The Library Mouse. Narration? Done.
And as I type, Isaac is trying to put an apple slice in my pocket. Earlier he was working on building train tracks.
In other news, I should be putting my first children’s book manuscript in the mail in the next couple of days. Pray hard! Asking St. Therese of Lisieux for special help, since it is about her, after all. (And if you want a preview, let me know and I’ll send the text along.)
Clare informed me this morning that I am very HUG-ly. Ha!
I was noticing as I got out the winter clothes a couple of weeks ago, that Clare now fits (although barely!) in the dress I bought for Samantha for Dad’s funeral. It’s funny the way time works, and the things that remind us.
Regarding a diaperless Clare…
Lucy: “That is a pretty big bottom. I’d like to keep looking at it. ‘Cause it’s pretty big.”
To Clare playing in the living room…
Samantha, in her sweetest cajoling mommy voice: “I appreciate you doing good. Thank you.”