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Monday Morning Musings

Outside my window...

a brilliantly blue sky and crisp cool temperatures. The trees are nearly bare, with the last lonely leaves hanging on, the wind trying its best to shake them from their branches. The day looks just like the lovely ones from this weekend, when we spent our Thanksgiving with Tony's family. All his siblings excepting his oldest sister were able to gather at his mother's house. The cousins all took advantage of the mild breezy days and ventured up to the park. Having not seen each other for quite some time, they quickly bonded and had a wonderful time. Therese formed quite an attachment to her 12 year old cousin Luke, whom she affectionately called "Alley-Oop". He tolerated it quite well.

 I am thinking... 

about outward appearances and the truths that are often hidden. Not that I want anyone to suffer, yet it is somehow comforting to know that you are not the only one.

 I am thankful for....

 ...my family.

...for answered prayers. I get goosebumps and a happy feeling every time I remember that my friend who has struggled with infertility for years has a little one on the way at last. Won't you pray with me for them both?

 ...the ability to nurse Peter. With the added supplements, he is gaining weight. How do I know? I bought a kitchen scale. He sits in the popcorn bowl. Today's weight: 11 lbs. 5 oz.

 ...caller ID. Sorry "card services", I will not be answering your call. I am also thankful I am not Kenneth Sykes, whom had this number before us. He seems to be in a bit of hot water from his spending habits.

 From the lesson plans...

 Week number 8, look out. I plan to knock you out and keep moving along at a faster clip now that I am getting used to having a baby in tow.

 From the kitchen... 

Bare cupboards. I will be planning our weekly menu and heading to the commissary this afternoon. After watching how much food 30+ people eat in a weekend, I am thankful that I will only be buying for 6 today.

I am wearing... 

blue jeans, my favorite green sweater, and warm socks.

 I am creating... 

leg warmers for Anna and a knitted boat for Jack. I hope to add more to that list as these are to be stocking stuffers for the kids.

 I am planning... 

a small update in the foyer. It only involves paint and maybe an accent pillow, which is all the budget will allow. I think I can get a lot of bang for my buck.

 I am reading... 

 to the kids "Winding Valley Farm" by Anne Pellowski. The series is one of my favorites. It is a Catholic "Little House on the Prairie".

I am hoping... 

to be a better example for my kids.

 I am hearing... 

 ...legos being swirled through, looking for just the right piece.

 ...Anna reading to Therese.

 ...Peter's soft breathing as he drifts off to sleep in my arms.

 Around the house...

 the typical post-trip clean-up.

 I am going...

 ...to find our Advent things in the attic.

...to a better example for my kids. 

I am praying for...

 ...all those on my list of intentions.

...the ability to be a better example for my kids.

 Picture of the Day... 


The only picture I took the whole weekend. I am really hoping my SIL will share her pics.
I think he is looking plumper.
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  1. KrisNovember 26, 2012 at 3:28 PM

    Plump or not, he sure is CUTE!!!

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  2. Jamie JoNovember 26, 2012 at 3:56 PM

    Oh, gosh he's sooo cute!!!

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  3. Jennie C.November 26, 2012 at 6:52 PM

    Yup, he is a nice looking baby. And his cheeks do seem nicely filled out... :-)

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