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Wow! It is cold outside. In front of the fireplace is my favorite spot right now. It may not be a real wood fireplace like we used to have, but it is still cozy, inviting, and warm. So. Back to how cold it is. Poor Anna, the only gloves in her size are Ben's old ones that have baseballs on them. Therefore, I am taking a break from the blanket to knit up a pair of pink mittens for her. I made the first one yesterday, but I have not had as much time today. (We went to Mass* this morning and did our schoolwork in the afternoon.)

The books are from Anna's suggested reading for this week in her lesson plans. I am so grateful that our wonderful library had both titles available. They were both delightful stories to read to the children. I have not started anything new myself. I am barely keeping up with my Magnificat.

Go on over and visit Ginny to see what everyone else is knitting and reading.

*Note to self: Never, never boast to yourself that you managed to get three children ready for Mass on time. You will only discover that while you were driving, a certain 6 year old managed to entangle her hair in the round hairbrush so entirely that it will take you until the Gospel to remove the thing from her head.

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  1. Hi. Thanks for stopping by ... Your pink mittens are so cute! And I like those books, too. They are great for Advent!

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  2. Oh my goodness! My sister did the same thing as a child with a long toothed comb. Somehow she wound it in circles so many times that it eventually had to be cut out. I thought my mother was going to have a heart attack *grin*. I hope you had better luck removing the brush from your duaghter's hair :)

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  3. ! Oh my goodness...I will definitely keep that in mind..next time I'm overly proud of myself for getting the kids out the door.

    Are those both Tomie De Paola books? I guess he is Catholic, huh? We have one or two of his books, but none of the Saint ones. I have to add them to my wish list.

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  4. Elisa-yes, they are both by Tomie De Paola.

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