(1)I was going to talk about towels. Specifically, how not to fold them and WHY, for the love of sweet baby Jesus in His flaxen diaper, it is so important for you to learn such before you receive your official grown-up certificate, but my husband is not home to fold a towel in the improper manner so that I may photograph it for the DO NOT picture. So you'll just have to wait. No, he has not received his official grown-up certificate yet. Poor guy.
Instead, let's talk about gifts for the ungiftable. Our eldest is turning ELEVEN at the end of the month (so weird since I'm pretty sure I'm 24 or something) and I am stumped on a decent, affordable, memorable gift for her. She's a bookworm tomboy. She couldn't care less about clothes or electronics or pop stars. She likes to write. Help!
(2)Speaking of writing, there is some awesome writing in the Catholic world, for today and for all time. But today I'm talking about today. Specifically...look what finally came in the mail!
|pose inspired by editor Hallie Lord . Editor! So fancy!|
(3)Speaking of which (the late arrival to the party and all that), nope, have not watched a single episode of Downtown Abbey. Haven't read Hunger Games. Haven't purchased an e-reader. Don't know what quinoa tastes like. Don't have an iphone. Or ipad. There. I said it. Whew! Now I feel better.
(4)You know what else makes me feel better? Purging! 40 Bags in 40 Days time!
Most of the kids are gone today and the small one is down for her nap. So do you know what I've done? Raided the playroom. Oh yes I have. Because as much as I want them to learn about giving up their things on their own, I don't wanna actually, you know, fight with the boy whilst he wails on the floor and throws ashes on himself because of that particular Tonka toy. The costume bins last week were drama enough, thankyouverymuch.
So there it is- 6 more bags for 6 more days of Lent.
|Note how they're hidden on the other side of my bed. I'm such a coward!|
(5)For anyone who congratulated me here or on the facebook page regarding yesterday's post or who commented at Catholic Exchange, THANK YOU. Thank you for your love and kindness and support and for putting up with all my run on/fragment sentences. Seriously, do I ever use proper sentence structure on this here blog? Rarely.
Now if you'll please join me in praying for the Holy Spirit to move me in some meaningful direction before this time tomorrow, I would heart that. Because, you know, what do I know? Just a gal wearing an oversized Limoncello apron.
(6)Totally unrelated: If you have a son, or sons, when were they able to dress themselves? Dude, the boy will be FIVE years old in August, and still gives me a hard time about getting dressed. Cecilia, who is not yet TWO, will surely surpass him in the self-clothing department any day now.
I gotta get him dressing himself before the new one arrives in June because, um, hello?
And I actually don't have anything to say after that except that it would be pretty convenient for me. And clearly I'm a whiny pants.
(7)Oh, also, since you mentioned clothing and Cecilia-who-is-not-2: she will be 2 at the end of this month. And she is obsessed with the idea of going to the potty. Obsessed! Tells me when she's wet or dirty, asks to sit on the baby potty, tags along when anyone needs to go on the big potty. So (deep breath) I'm thinking it's about time to buy her some big girl undies and see how it goes. And then I will cry...CRY...because she's just gotten too big too fast. *sniff, sniff* Waaaaaaaah!