Josh's Faith and Life chapter was about the Agony in the Garden. They called it the Garden of Olives. In his workbook, when answering the question, "Where did Jesus go after the Last Supper?" he wrote, "The Olive Garden."
Matthew has added yet another instrument to his wish list. In addition to picking up saxophone next year, he plans to pick up clarinet highschool. His teacher has told us on a few occasions that he is going to be an expensive child. We've had to alter Dave Ramsey's catch phrase, "Live like no one else, so later you can live like no one else" to "Live like no one else, so you can support your children's musical ambitions."
The boys are playing Minecraft. They only play on creative mode because they just like to build stuff. Josh built a pen and gathered up all his sheep. The he noticed that his sheep suddenly had lambs. 5 of them. "I made babies!" he shouted. *sigh* Not what Mom wants to overhear.
Last weekend, Joshua made his First Reconciliation. He worked hard to prepare for it, was pretty freaked out but when the day was over said he felt lighter and warm inside. He also said he wants to go every week. During Lent, our priests are offering the sacrament after every Mass. Today we sat in line after 7:30 Mass and he had his second Reconciliation. Matthew said, "Nah, I'm good." I raised my eyebrows and swallowed a snort of derision. Judge not, lest ye be judged, Mom.
Banshee is shedding. We are vacuuming daily. Brushing her weekly. I'd shave her but that would be cruel. Right?
It appears my role at work will be changing next year. I volunteered for it. It's always good to show you're flexible and will diversify my experience. In a position, dependent on government funding, that can only be a good idea. But Little Matthew laughs every time I mention it. I'll be working primarily with math next year. It's only third grade math, so I should be ok. If not....I'm the grown up, I get the answer key.
We are slowly chipping away at our spring cleaning checklist. I start that after the holidays because when the rest of the world starts spring cleaning, I want to be out in the yard starting my garden and preparing my flower beds. Last week, I nearly finished all the window treatments. I have one more set of drapes to iron. As a side, the severe burn I received a couple weeks ago when ironing other curtains has healed well. It's only a shiny pink scar now. I narrowly escaped another last week. There's a reason I prefer to leave the ironing to Matt.
Matthew is growing out his hair. I hate it. But I'm trying to pick my battles. Is it clean? Is it combed? Yes and yes. That doesn't mean I have to like it. He does this annoying hair flip thing. He also sweeps his hair off his forehead and gives the ends a tweak so it curls up like a wing sticking out of the side of his head. I would like to sneak in at night and cut it off. There is a chance though that I've channeled Mrs. Mullen in a way that turns the tables in my favor when it comes to his longer hair. I'm still hoping that the heat of baseball season and summer will inspire the return of his crew cut.
I'm still reading Rome Sweet Home. I finished Little Women and have started Little Men, trying to keep my reading happy and relaxing for this bleary, dreary winter days. Matt has a couple books on the nightstand, including a biography on Andre the Giant I borrowed from the library for him. I'm not sure where he is with any of them though. Matthew is still working on Battle of the Labyrinth. He reads in fits and spurts, but has come such a long way in his independent reading - both in the time it takes, the material and his comprehension. We're very pleased with his efforts. After completing the entire Sisters Grimm series in a week and a half, Josh has moved on to The Chronicles of Narnia. He read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in about 2 days, moved on to The Magician's Nephew and his now on The Horse and His Boy. My intent was to introduce him to the stories as stories. Assuming later he'd reread them and appreciate them on a whole different level, much as Matt and I have. Unsurprisingly, the allegory, allusions and metaphors are not entirely lost on him. Today, over his religious ed work he announced that Aslan is like Christ. He gave his life willingly because he had to, but he knew he'd rise again.
Moses has turned 1. I can't figure out how that happened. I also can't figure out how to get that kid to laugh. Faith is going to attend another play with us this spring. She has requested another dress. I expect I'll need a trip to the fabric store and have to lock myself in the guest room for awhile if I have hopes of finishing it.
Matt will be attending preschool next week. It's Grandparents (Or if none are available bring an Aunt or Uncle) Day at Faith's school. I don't have any more personal days left. Matt has more flexibility with his work schedule for these sort of once and awhile special things. He's going to be that awesome uncle/godfather who goes to preschool for the morning. I love that man so much.
Mimi is watching the boys play a racing game on the x-box. She is laughing at the boys' driving and counting the tires they lose, while warning them that boys who drive like that in real life lose their licenses.
Dinner is just about done and the cheesy potatoes need their cheese for melting.