A little overdue here….
My mother-in-law’s lilies bloomed in her front yard and for part of the week I got to enjoy some. I also cleared up that windowsill. Funny how the sink sill is always a catch-all for thingamabobs and whatchamacallits. Now see my makeshift “Lourdes grotto” in the corner? It exists because I don’t know what else to do with that antique Our Lady of Lourdes statue that is missing her base. Also, that chunk of granite she’s resting on was found in our backyard by the Rascal, and brought in with pomp and circumstance as “The Arkenstone of Thrain, son of Thror, KING under the MOUNTAIN!” about a day and a half after he listened to The Hobbit on audiotape. So with that memory attached I can’t bring myself to chuck it out the back door again quite yet. 😉
On our anniversary we visited the Farmer’s Market and bought these flowers and their accompanied handmade vases. I put them in our oratory corner. Our “little oratory” is under construction still and deserves its own post. I have, for instance, changed out the Blessed Mother icon. The candle is usually only on the corner cabinet during our night prayers. But I’ll explain all this soon.
Let trombones resound! We have finished school for the academic year! Well, except for the end of year CAT tests, but they arrive today or tomorrow and won’t take long.
The LEGO bin is back and in full force downstairs. That also means we’re fully enforcing the Clean Up the Basement/Playroom rules. As with most rooms devoted to childhood, it tends to look like a toy shop explosion. There’s a constant battle here. I guess that qualifies as Real, doesn’t it? Because now that school’s “out” they kind of assume chores are “out,” too. HA.
We are still doing our summer reading, although here they’re looking through the complete set of Zita the Spacegirl comics. Mr. Hatke, if there are plans in the works to release a set bound in “double reinforced restrainium,” please let us know. 😉
Into each life some rain must fall…or if it isn’t a large rain puddle, it might just be a water main leak.
The plumbers were amused to have such an audience.
Trooper had a better view from the boys’ room window, and Littlest?
Our over-one-month-old (!) baby just slept through most of it all.
Nearly 7 weeks old and I’m only 1/4th of the way through the birth announcements. That’s Real.