Or perhaps you've just arrived here for the very first time after reading that article and you're already regretting it. "What the H is that Fulwiler woman going on about, including this hair-brained creature in her list? Clearly some type of bribery has occurred here." That's what I thought, too. But everyone denies having any part in it, so...
Anyway, I've told Satan to get behind me and take all his pressure with him. I'm just going to do my
What? He's totally a lamb. Obviously. A super appropriate lamb who behaves in only super appropriate ways, especially when he's in the gym at church for the Christmas pageant.
My precious 20 month old nugget was a little lamb, too. The youngest non-Jesus that's ever been in the show. Because she is Cecilia and she does what she wants. Like squealing "Beebee Jeeeeeeeeeesus!" in the middle of the performance and standing up on her hind legs. It was so really super duper cute, and I say that as a totally objective party.
That was on Sunday. Then on Monday the darling hubby (featured above) took the 3 non-diaper wearing children to the cathedral in downtown Kalamazoo for the fancy mass in celebration of Our Lady of Guadalupe. He and Paul both wore suits and the girls put on fancy dresses and a put french braids in their hair and I didn't take a single photo of any of them. Because I'm a lazy, sick pregnant lady? Is that still a good excuse?
Anyhoooo, I had all these delusions that I would just snap some quick photos when then got home. At ELEVEN O'CLOCK P.M. That's right folks- burnin' the midnight oil at a church function with three wacky children. Needless to say, by the time they came crashing through the door, I was in even less of a portrait-takin' mood than I was at 5:45 p.m. So just imagine my family looking fancy and dapper rather than like hillbillies. Also, the husband is a rock star.
Do you know what made rock star hubby happier than a clam yesterday? Driving all over southern Grand Rapids delivering pork with a Quaker farmer social worker who has a Master's degree in Theology. This is a true story, folks. They stopped at a gas station and got a tub of gummy bears and a soda. How 'bout them apples?
While the men were doing their manly stuff, the kids (ours and theirs and another friend's) ran around their farm, chasing sheep (literally) and digging holes to the center of the earth (figuratively). The sheep were the black-faced kind, which probably explains why the little ones wanted to catch them so badly:
|Shaun the Sheep|
Holy cow- I almost forgot. When we got back from the Quaker's farm yesterday our electricity was out. If you've never been to Michigan in December, know that it starts getting dark at approximately 4 p.m. Which is precisely when we got home.
Starting a fire in the fire place....
Cooking dinner in the near dark.....
Not flushing the toilet so we can "save the last flush for something important"....
Trying to get everyone to go to sleep in the den where it was warm with absolutely disastrous results....
Wondering why the littles were insisting on staying up SO LATE...
To then have the power finally come back on, and discovering, to our absolute shock, that it was only 8:30 p.m.
Doh! We are so lame.
And because I feel bad that I've not featured any photos of the big 'uns, here they are before we left for the pageant on Sunday...
|This apple didn't far too far from the tree, I guess....|
|Can you even believe I rocked her hair out like that? Go me!|
Have a fab weekend, friends. And think of Tommy next time you meet a farming Quaker social worker with a Master's degree in Theology who really, really loves gummy bears. Or is it "gummi"?