Here's one sneak peek, though.
I set up a sandbox in the backyard for the kids. Well technically, I set up the empty box, and my husband handled the sand. I could not lift those 50 pound bags! We've been lugging this dang thing from house to house since Sly was a baby - my mom gave it to him as a gift when he was much too young for it. And then we didn't have a yard for a long time. It's good to finally get some use out of it.
The first time the kids played in it was while Tom was watching them on his own. I went out with friends one evening, and suggested playing in the sandbox as a fun activity for them while I was away. I got a text from Tom a little later saying, "this sandbox sucks. There's sand everywhere!!". Teehee.
The kids enjoy it, but I'm not sure how long it will last. We already forgot to put the lid on one day, and now it's filled with pine needles and rain water...
We attended a friend's wedding last weekend. It was a Ukrainian Catholic wedding, and by far the most beautiful wedding I've ever attended. And that's including my own, which was the traditional Mass, and also quite beautiful! The prayers, rituals, and symbolism were so edifying. During the ceremony, the bride and groom are each crowned by the priest. As my friend's program explained:
The bride and groom are crowned as "king and queen" of their own home, a new Christian kingdom, which they will guide with wisdom and love as an extension of the Kingdom of God.
The crowns also recall the victorious crown of martyrdom, since every true marriage involves self-sacrifice from each spouse. The word martyr means 'witness,' and the couple will bear witness to Christ's presence in their lives, which requires both to die to themselves and to give their own lives for the other.
What a powerful symbol! It definitely inspired me to commit myself more strongly to my own wedding vows.
This little man has been growing like crazy. He's my biggest baby by far, hitting the 97th percentile for length, and almost as high for weight! At seven weeks old, he started wearing six-month clothes, and I would not be surprised if he's up to the next size soon.
It's actually kind of nice, because it means Sly's hand-me-downs might actually be the right sizes for the right seasons now.
Then I caught her applying some very expensive concealer to one of her dolls.
I think it's time to move my makeup to a safer place!
By the way, if you're wondering why I'm willing to spend a lot of money on concealer, let me show you this.
This is me at age four (with a terrible haircut, so try not to linger on that). My eyes already had noticeable dark circles then. Age and motherhood have not made that problem any better, I assure you.
|my grandmother is on the far left|
Look how stricken everyone is. I thought it was fitting that I found this on Memorial Day. It's so easy to think of it as just a fun day to have a cookout, but sometimes it's good to be reminded of what it's really about.