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April Daybook



Outside my window...
...a glorious morning! It is one of those cloudless, deep blue skies that make it seem like you can see straight up to Heaven. The birds are chirping away, flitting from tree to tree. The kids are already tromping around outside with a flashlight to see if they can find the rabbit's hiding spot under the shed.


I am thinking...
...about our priest's sermon this weekend. It got me thinking, which is a good thing. He brought up the topic of how divided the Catholic Church is within its own walls between those who are more progressive and those who are more conservative and the strain that it causes. I listened very carefully because this has been on my mind lately. He didn't give a solution. Likely he doesn't know how to bring us all together either. The one thing that I did come away with was that I need to live my faith daily so that others may see Christ in me. I am not eloquent and I can't often say effectively what I know in my heart to be true. I must rely on my actions to speak for me. Rather frightening thought, since I still have such a long way to go in that area too.


I am thankful for....
...my family.

...this new little baby growing inside me and how the kids just come and touch my belly in anticipation, even Therese.

...the ability to stay home with my kids.

...hot coffee and the sound of the perculator blurping away in the morning.

From the lesson plans...
 
A slow start this morning on actual academics. Finding rabbit hiding places has trumped the books.


From the kitchen...

The no-restaurant Lenten sacrifice was successful. Excepting for travel and the occasional date night or celebration, I like staying home for meals.
 
I made bagels this week which turned out great, but they are time consuming to be sure. I also made ghee, which I burned. Oops. This no dairy thing is frustrating. Oh, to have slathered cream cheese on those bagels!


I am wearing...

...shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. The thermostat reports that it is currently 81 degrees in my house this morning. I will be taking a claritin and opening the windows, thank you very much.


I am creating...

...that blasted bolero! One sleeve done and the other on the needles. Then comes the seaming! Oh, my. Why did I ever think I could do this?

I am planning...
 
...Anna's First Communion reception. Also, she will be wearing the dress I wore for my First Communion. So did Sophie and Olivia, along with my sister's daughter. When we pulled it out of storage for Sophie, it was way too short. Thankfully, my mom had had to hem it for me, and when we let out the hem, it was perfect for Sophie. Anna seems to be taking after me, because I will be hemming the dress this week.

I am reading...
..."Five Little Peppers" to the kids. It is such fun to say words like shan't, 'twould, a-coming, and a-wishing. Makes me want to live in a tiny cottage with a persnickety old stove.
 

I am hoping...
 
...that all the seeds I planted yesterday decide to sprout into nice beautiful plants that bear much fruit!
 
I am hearing...

...Anna and Jack playing together.
 
...Therese asking for a "ba-ba".

Around the house...

...lots of cleaning that needs to be done since the weekend was spent planting the garden and traipsing to all the neighborhood yard sales, where I found some great deals.

I am going...
...to the commissary.
 
...to hopefully make bread.


I am praying for...
...all those on my list of intentions.
 
Picture of the Day...
 
 
Resting after a wheelbarrow ride.
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  1. Jennie C.April 16, 2012 at 12:41 PM

    Sounds like a happy day! Rosie is celebrating her First Communion this month, too! Congratulations to Anna!

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  2. KarenApril 18, 2012 at 4:40 PM

    You've got a good life. Loved the wheelbarrow pic---you've got 3 little peppers in there, and pop looks like he could use a rest!

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