I had planned on getting a lot accomplished this weekend, but I only had about 2 hours to myself. I spent most of that time cooking and preparing for the week ahead. I'm still not completely ready for the week, but then I'm never ready.
Tomorrow is a Little Flowers/Blue Knights day. I'm teaching the little Little Flowers about the virture of patience. Hmmm....not exactly my strong point. It should be interesting.
I've been potty training Pumpkin this past week. She's made progress, but it's more like a one step forward, two steps back kind of thing. She's very responsible and will attempt to clean herself after her accidents, but I wish she's just avoid those accidents. After one of them, I asked her where she should go potty. She responded with "In. The. Bath. Room." She spoke to me like she was the one teaching me. LOL! I don't know where she came from.
We had started a Beatrix Potter unit this past week but we didn't accomplish nearly as much as I would have liked. I'm hoping for a better week. Since I miscarried, I've been struggling to stay on task and get things done. I'm getting better bit by bit.
Next weekend, I plan on getting the garden taken care of. I think we're done with the cold weather but don't want to be too hasty (we did have snow in April last year).
We are also headed to Massachusetts early this summer for a wedding. I'm we are insane to drive all the way from Texas looking forward to meandering on the way back to Texas but will have to do a straight shot to Massachusetts. I'm going to post my route but not the dates to see if any of you can give me good, fun places to visit. I've been planning my route. I know for sure that after a few days in Massachusetts, we'll be headed to Long Island where Ben's aunt lives. Then we'll be off to Washington DC, then to visit Dave's gravesite. I'm also hoping to be able to meet some of my on-line friends if they are willing.
Well, that's it for now. It's almost bedtime and almost time for my PBS show. Hope you all had a great weekend.
One of Ben's very good friends is coming to visit. Actually, he's arrived in Texas already and is driving up here as I type. My friends love Mr. D (he has an Italian last name that my children just cannot seem to pronounce) so they will probably be spending a lot of time together. Ben and Tom has stated I could do whatever I wanted. I think I'll spend that time catching up on things like updating my typelists and adding pages (if I can figure out how to do that). I may even fiddle with the template and try to get a picture in the heading.
This winter has been a cold one (don't laugh, you Northerners). I've been looking forward to spring if only for the warmer weather. However, I don't want this awful muggy hot weather. It's too early. I actually had to turn on the A/C last night. It was too stuffy to sleep. I usually never turn the A/C on until mid-April (and the heat until mid-November).
We just got home from church and our Friday homeschool activity. When we went to mass, it was 70 degrees. Now, it's 60 and dropping. Sheesh!
You are a bit of a homebody who enjoys being in the company of people you love. It doesn't take a lot to make you happy. You're enjoying life as it is. You have many blessings in your life, and you are grateful for each one. You believe that life is about what you *do* have. You feel like you have enough of the good stuff.
What makes you celebrate: Family, friends, and the changing of the seasons.
At holiday get togethers, you do best as: The host of the party
On a holiday, you're the one most likely to: Spend so much energy preparing that it's a full time job
The music was playing. The lights were dim. It was very peaceful and a great time to be contemplating my sins. Honey had other ideas. She was confused about the screens and the stations where the priests were going to be. So, I set out to explain to her what was going on (which I really should have before arriving).
I explain, "That's where the priest will sit. That's also where you go to tell him your sins--the rules of God that you broke." Honey's eyes widen and she gasps. I quickly assured her that it was not her time. She'll be going to confession when she is ready to receive communion. Oh, the relief in her face. All I can think is that she's 4; how many of God's rules could she have broken? But, you know, she's also 4 and extremely honest.
Our priest once mentioned that hearing confession of little ones was like being stoned with popcorn.
First, I want to thank all of you for your prayers and kind words. They have bolstered me through this very tough time.
On Thursday, I asked the children what they thought the baby was. They all said boy and I was inclined to agree with them, but I couldn't think of a name. Nothing seemed right. I prayed and prayed for God to send me an answer. He did, through a wonderful friend. Emily gave me a small gift in memory of my baby. In her note, she said "...for your Rose." I realized at that moment that my baby was Rose. Rose Marie. I now had a name for this sweet baby who is waiting for us in heaven.
It seems I'm losing this baby. I've been thinking back through the past five days, and I wouldn't have traded them for the world. My friends rejoiced with me as I learned of this pregnancy--it was a long time coming. My children were so excited. Honey kissed the baby (my belly, of course) often and said, "I've been waiting." Sister told me she couldn't wait for my belly to get bigger so she could kiss it during mass when we gave each other the sign of peace. Brother couldn't wait to buy the baby a board book. Pumpkin just kept saying, "I'm your baby."
A dear friend once said, "We rejoice together, we grieve together." I'm glad I shared my news with my friends. Now, I know my friends will help me grieve.