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Yesterday, Anna and I sat down at the classroom table and started our school day. Just like every other day, we started with our morning prayer. Then we went over our "memory gem". The next thing we always do is her reading assignment. She does better reading early on in the school day. We pulled out the new story and went over the new sounds and words. Then she began reading to me.



And all of a sudden, Anna's little voice was telling me exactly what I needed to hear. What I had been thinking about on Monday. I like to think that God was speaking to me through my child, calling me gently to spend time with Him at daily Mass. I love how the story used the exact words I had used on the day before. "God showers us with grace in the Sacraments."


So, this is what I am reading for this week. I don't think that anything else I read this week will have such an impact as Anna's little reader.

As for the knitting, I started casting on a baby hat for my niece's new little one that was born this past week. Does that make him my great nephew? I think that means I am a great aunt. I want to attempt the "magic loop" to avoid the use of double points, so wish me luck. Like I have said before, I like to try at least one new technique with each project.

Forgive me, but I just had to include this picture I took the other day. It downloaded with my knitting pictures and I love how it turned out.


Thanks, Ginny, for hosting the weekly yarn along.


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  1. NonniJanuary 26, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    That last picture is too adorable for words!

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  2. BarbaraJanuary 26, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    That is one of the best things about homeschooling (the message we needed to hear but would not have otherwise!). God bless you.

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  3. Rosina {Rosy ~ Posy}January 26, 2011 at 6:11 PM

    Oh what an adorable photo of your little one at the bottom. And how perfect that those words just happened to be the ones read when you needed them most :)

    You had asked me if I used salt in my bread and I didn't. I actually don't use salt in any of my baking but that is just my personal preference. If you normally use it then I would definitely add it :) It's actually supposed to help with the rise as well so I've been told :) I'm so happy you gave it a try with your hand milled flour. I just love the hearty flavor of fresh wheat :)

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  4. DeniseJanuary 26, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    Yes, that does make you a great aunt :) I am one too! That is a lovely thing to read and remind us of how we should indeed spend our days.
    Popped over from Yarn Along, it's my first time joining in.
    hugs Denise

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  5. ElizabethJanuary 26, 2011 at 10:30 PM

    What a cutie pie! I'm always amazed how god manages to speak to us. His timing is amazing. Enjoy knitting for the new little one.

    Blessings, Elizabeth

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2011 at 2:59 PM

    What a sweet little one!
    Good luck with that magic loop, I love learning something new with each project too!

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  7. ElisaFebruary 4, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    Is that booklet from Catholic Heritage Curricula?

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  8. JennyFebruary 4, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    Elisa- yes, the booklet is the Little Stories for Little Folks from CHC. Anna is my second child to learn to read from these sweet stories.

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  9. ElisaFebruary 6, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    Ok, I thought so...I think you posted before that you use CHC. I am going to go all out and do only CHC next year..1st grade for Isaiah. I wish I had done it this year too. We are "winging" Kindergarten...not taking it too seriously.

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