The scene: Lucy andSamantha sittiginthenew prayer space with fans of saint cards in hand. Lucy: “Do you have a Saint Rose?” Samantha: “Go fish!”

Lucy: Samantha: Both: helped with laundry; went for bike ride/walk; played gofish with saint cards Clare: practicing standing up without holding on (preferably on a chair!)

Lucy: copywork – Hail Mary, “do people still think it’s ok to kill people” discussion Samantha: copywork – “Jesus, I trust in you.” (she’s not ready for copywork) Both: magnet dolls, Plants vs. Zombies, bread making, yoga Night and morning prayer at the new prayer space is going really well!

Lucy: copywork-Hail Mary; made video of Clare Sam: polishing silver candle stick Both: floor puzzle, magnet dolls, helping unpack, candy land Reinstated family night prayer

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We just came across this amazing technique on NPR this evening on how to peel a whole head of garlic in under 10 seconds…   How to Peel a Head of Garlic in Less Than 10 Seconds from SAVEUR.com on Vimeo.

Samantha can write her name now…kind of.  She writes “Samo”.  Don’t ask me where the “o” came from.  But lately she’s added an extra circle to the end as a period.  So now she signs her name “Samoo”. But she has requested not to be called that. Nor, sadly, Samwise Gamgee.

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.”

I was innocently, or at least unsuspectingly washing dishes.  The girls were playing outside.  Lucy came in to finish preparing the “tea” for her tea party in the back yard, and she calmly announced that Samantha was on the truck. “On top of the truck?”  I asked, sure she must mean something like “tricycle”.  “The […]