Holy Thursday

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Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.

Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived:
How says trusty hearing? that shall be believed;
What God’s Son has told me, take for truth I do;
Truth himself speaks truly or there’s nothing true.

On the cross thy godhead made no sign to men,
Here thy very manhood steals from human ken:
Both are my confession, both are my belief,
And I pray the prayer of the dying thief.

 

Yarn Along on Spy Wednesday

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Back to the Follow-Your-Arrow Shawl. I stopped at row 12, Clue 4B, which fortunately was a purl row and should have launched me into the project smoothly had I not had to repair some unravelling damage thanks to my dear Sunshine, who had found my project bag again. Having recently begun to carry a purse again instead of just a pocketbook, I forget the irresistible attraction purses have to any kind of pilferer–preschoolers included. ;) So much for reminding myself to lock my WIPs into the yarn cabinet.

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And my resolve to refrain from reading any new books in Lent flew out the window with the arrival of the first “new” Wodehouse since Christmas. It came earlier than I expected, and I was going to be a good girl and keep it for later, but I have my weaknesses and I admit I didn’t resist opening that first page… ;)

Other reading includes this absolutely excellent must-read post about “Destruction Proofing your Family” and this series.

Speaking of Lent, if you’re curious why I call today “Spy Wednesday,” it has to do with an old tradition that the Wednesday before Good Friday is the day Judas Iscariot made the fateful betrayal bargain, and then, as the Bible tells us, “And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him.” Hence, “Spy.”

In other news: This weather bulletin. Suffice to say my budding pots of blueberry bushes are in the garage for the nonce. And my lavender. C’mon weather–it’s APRIL IN THE SOUTH! My Southern born mother-in-law reminded me that in these parts it’s known as “Dogwood Winter.” There’s also the possibility of “Blackberry Winter” in a few weeks. I might not actually plant those bushes into the ground until, I don’t know….July?

* IMPACTS…AREA FRUIT TREES AND STRAWBERRIES ARE BLOOMING…MAKING
THEM SUSCEPTIBLE TO FREEZE AND FROST DAMAGE. ADDITIONAL EARLY
SPRING TIME VEGETABLE CROPS…SUCH AS ONIONS AND SPINACH ARE ALSO
VULNERABLE TO THESE SUBFREEZING CONDITIONS. AREA GROWERS WILL
NEED TO TAKE PRECAUTIONS TO PREVENT DAMAGE TO THEIR CROPS.

Palm Sunday

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I should have posted this yesterday but then I wouldn’t have the adorable picture to put on the post. Lacy over at Catholic Icing made a great post about “10 things to do with your palms from Palm Sunday.”  I did the paper-spring project during Mass out of sheer necessity to keep the kiddos from using their palms as swords. I wove two wreaths and one long spring. Of course, if I hadn’t been a softie and allowed the zealous lady passing out the palms to give one to each and every one of my children, I wouldn’t have had the palm “fencing” in the pews.

(Lady passing out palms does not, by the way, think I will make it to my due date and also that I’m carrying low, hence a boy. Really, this is getting amusing. I should start taking bets).

Pregnancy Observation

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No, I’m not going to launch into detail about how I’m feeling/how I look/what the midwife said at the last appointment. HA! I just admitted to using a midwife this time around. Cue Jim Gaffigan: “There was also a midwife there, because we believe in witchcraft.” Oh that made me laugh. And, no, we really don’t believe in witchcraft. It was just that I was already 11 weeks when I went to the OB office to have the first look at Littlest. My regular doc had switched practices between Posey’s birth and this first visit, and as much as I liked him, that was the third time he switched in almost as many years, and I had grown fond of the folks in the current office. So I stayed, and the midwife who works closely with the docs there was available. No, I’m not doing a homebirth, a hypnobirth, or a hydrobirth. In fact, I’m more than likely still going to beg for my epidural the moment I set foot in the hospital door.

All this rambling to say, here’s a sampling of observations I’ve been receiving from people now that I definitely stick out past watermelon stage.

WELL MEANING RELATIVE: (Back in February!) You’ve dropped already?!

LADY AT RECYCLING CENTER: (In March) You’re carryin’ high. I always carried my gals high.

LADY AT CONSIGNMENT SALE: (today) You’re carrying low. It’s a boy, right?

OUR MAIL-LADY: (seeing me two weeks ago) And you’re due in MAY? You’re so tiny!

(I love her forever)

LADY AT CHURCH: (three days after maillady) You sure you don’t have two in there?

Today I also had help putting a new toddler bed into the van from the significant other of one of the consignment sale workers. Seeing the sheer number of carseats and boosters in our van (it does add up), he asked me “just how many little ‘uns do y’all haul in this thing?” I simply told him “8″ because it’ll be that soon enough. He stood there aghast for a second, then told me “y’all need to get yerselves some cable tv.”

Wow–I finally got the TV one! Usually it’s the “hands-full” one or “So do you watch the Duggars” (No, because we don’t have cable, and also why do we want to watch reality tv about a large family when we live in a large family)? Someone once wrote a great zinger of a response to these kind of comments, including the TV one, but I couldn’t remember who, sadly, because I loved their response to the TV comment. In the end it’s probably best, because by the time I called it to mind he had already gone on to list how many siblings and cousins his past family members had (his grandma had 8 kids) and how they rented a community center to bring the clan together for Thanksgiving. Kind of hard to zing a person who gives you a good tip like that, even if I could zing someone. Which would definitely depend on the hormone level. But I said I wasn’t going to talk about that, so I’m off.

 

{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

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Notice my {} keys work again? We finally got a new keyboard for the computer. That was just stubbornness on our part. But it is nice to have every key working again.

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Morning sunrise this morning through the window next to the front door.

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My dogwood blossoms out front. I took this on a cloudy day, though, but I really wanted Mom to see them since her visits will be after the blossoming time.

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As the weather warmed I began to take stock of the children’s warm weather clothing. The year’s growth meant that Miss M inherited a good deal of Sunday dresses from Princess and Sunshine, who together share a wardrobe as they still wear the same sizes. I needed to do something for Princess and Sunshine until Grandma’s Easter dresses arrive (she’s finished sewing them, with matching doll dresses to boot. When I grow up I want to have that much time to sew. ;)), and luckily over the weekend I discovered a clearance at the Carter’s website.

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Ironically, this was the dress I thought Princess would like, but when I laid them out for the girls to see, they each picked the ones I had imagined for the other. No matter, they’ll be sharing them all year. ;)

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 They danced and twirled and wanted to stay in them all day, until I told Princess she couldn’t wear hers outside if she wanted to wear it on Palm Sunday. So she changed her clothes. Sunshine deferred going outside so she could wear her dress longer, in a spurt of pure girliness. Then she managed to get butter smeared on it because she saw me cooking in the kitchen. C’est la vie!

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Posey Pie uses a knitted hat to pretend-wash our front storm door. This was during my attempt to stow away the winter gear.

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Homemade herbal balms. Getting ready for the bumps/bruises/bug bite season. My sis and I have plans for these to be in our Etsy store later. Stay tuned!

Yarn Along: Night Owl Vest

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Finally I can post that I’ve finished this sweater vest, about three weeks later than I anticipated!

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It has five adorable cable owls knitted across the front, which I liked because I’ve always wanted to do a cable owl project ever since Princess was obsessed with owls at age 2. Also, the fine little man to whom this vest will go is the 5th “night owl” my cousin has had to sit up with. ;) The title of the pattern isn’t actually Night Owl but I call this vest by that name because I chose to knit it in KnitPicks’ CotLin in “Planetarium.” Luckily there’s no wool in the vest so he might get to wear it once or twice before summer hits, unless it gets super warm where he lives by the time the vest reaches him. I really need to time my projects better!

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Posey is two days younger than her cousin so I thought she’d model the sweater for a good visual and also so you could see the vest in the sunlight.

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“But I don’t want to wear a boy’s vest!”

Oh well.

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My reading over the past two weeks has been quite varied. I’m still keeping up with Learning the Virtues, thinking about a chapter at a time because it really, truly, is better that way than trying to read it cover to cover and absorb everything in it.

Mrs. Meyers’ Clean Day is my go-to for household cleaning. Ironically, there’s a cleaning product line named for her but she doesn’t really advertise it at all in this book. She mentions it twice in connection with her daughter, who founded it, but all the remedies contained herein are the kind I like: baking soda…vinegar…lemon juice…water. Very basic have-it-in-your pantry stuff. Anyway, I’ve been doing my Spring Cleaning a little–very little–at a time and this is a great resource for me to remember how to get some things clean…. like the tomato paste the Mischief Squad squirted onto their bedroom carpet. I really dislike carpet. Have I mentioned that before?

Farmer Boy is my read-aloud with the kids. The boys paid better attention to this one than Little House in the Big Woods. I’m still wondering how Almanzo’s mom had time to weave cloth and make all the food that Almanzo apparently ate. This book makes me hungry.

The Scarlet and the Black is the recently republished account of the Vatican Underground that saved more than 5,000 people during the Nazi occupation of Rome during WWII. The Gregory Peck 1983 movie is based on this. Haus Meister and I recently watched that movie again. It’s pretty good when you take into account that they had to combine a few characters and drop others. Oh, and once you get past the subtle (?) Pius XII bashing. Still, there are many good scenes there. The scene where Msgr O’Flaherty dresses as a coal scuttler to escape the Gestapo who have followed him actually did happen, for instance.

But now it’s time to get our day going. Have a Happy Wednesday!

The things they say and do….

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As I mentioned in an earlier post we had a bit of snow on March 25th. None of it actually stuck, but we had a flurry-ious storm at one point that did look quite blizzardish. I’ve never seen snow blow horizontally up my street before. At the back door, Princess was worried about the way the tall pines and oaks swayed in the wind. Dino decided to take matters into his own hands, perhaps with just a little delusion of grandeur.

DINO: “Watch, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to do the Jesus thing.” (Turning then to the window–and the storm–he said loudly:) “PEACE! BE STILL!” (Turning back to his sister:) “Did it work?”

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The other day, for reasons unbeknownst to me, Princess managed to stick a lock of her hair into a desktop fan. She had the presence of mind to shut the fan off but was wailing considerably and small wonder! Fortunately it didn’t do anything terrible, like pulling out her hair by the roots, but she was quite shocked and scared. I unplugged the fan and began to try to unwind the hair, gently reminding her that this is why we don’t stick anything into fans, ever. She quite agreed. At one point it seemed a little hopeless so I warned her:

ME: I’m sorry, sweetie, but I might have to cut your hair.

Ordinarily this would be a fate worse than death, as one of her ambitions is to be a second Rapunzel (hair length wise, anyway). Today, however, there was a worse fate in her mind.

PRINCESS (pleading through her sobs): “Oh, please, PLEASE cut my hair! I don’t want to go to sleep tonight with A FAN on my head!”

This was so unexpected that I admit I burst out laughing. Be assured though that we did unwind her hair without cutting any and she did not go to sleep with a fan on her head.

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This part wasn’t overheard, but rather, a serendipitous bit of luck to have seen this. And finally, I can say I had my camera ready at just the right moment to catch this spontaneous sister picture.

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Posey & Miss M, 2014

They were just rocking on my armchair. It’s one of those pictures I’m going to carry with me always.

Kind of like this one.

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Dino and Rascal, 2007

 

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