Dying for Heaven

These two were doing what these two do best these days...wrestling, pestering, pushing boundaries with each other while trying not to get into trouble after Mass in the car. Avery through a giggly/slightly painful laugh, "No no, I don't want to die!" 

(Just the part I opened the door to hear; there was some sort of escalating fictional scenario happening.)

George from the back seat in all sincerity, "But Avery if you don't die then you can't go to Heaven."

Aren't we, as adults, so often focused on the wrong thing...death is not the end.

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HOW? WHY? WHEN?

When the Cats Away

Everyday is something new with Eleanor...everyday is a new unique request.

Friday both George and Annie were at Gia and Poppy's so Eleanor's request was especially funny to me-a girl-with sisters-with closets full of clothes. 

As Philip was getting her dressed nothing would suffice and finally she said, "Mommee, come here"

"Come with me"

Hand in Hand we ended up staring in the big girls' closet

"I wear 'Stasia' mass dress."

Ummm...okay.

There will be so many peace treaties in our future.

Two days later Eleanor had a major melt down because Anastasia was going outside to play in the snow and she was wearing Mary Colette's too small boots, which all of the girls knew formerly belonged to the oldest giggly girl. Oh the tears that were shed, Eleanor so wanted and could not understand why Anastasia wouldn't/couldn't wear her four sizes too small snow boots.

There is a video...

This morning as we were cuddling when Bennett began to really holler, so in an effort to get all on board with rescuing the caged baby, "Oh I hear our Bennett! Shall we go rescue him?" in a way too excited voice for that early in the morning with too little sleep.

Her responds, "Maybe we should cover our hears." Which she did and turned into me for more cuddles.

The other evening at dinner after a full tummy she leaned back and said, "Daddy, I happy" in a rather melancholic voice. Pretty sure happy meant content and tired, put me to bed. At least that was the interpretation we went with. 

After a nights rest she came bouncing into the kitchen and asked, "Mommy, I be funny?"

"Yes you can be funny."

"Ooo-tay, I go be funny." and she bounced away. 

She was struggling to get wrapped up in her blanket so I helped, tears and tears, "No, I not be Mary" I put the blanket over her head because all the days before she would cry because her hair was cold. Oh the life of a melancholic two year old is very distressing, to her and very amusing to me. 

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Anastasia Kim!

We love you!

What do you call...

What do you call it when your two year crawls into bed in the morning and promptly throws up on your sheets? Then, after the sheets are washed and put back on your bed your four year old falls asleep on the nice clean, crisp, sheets and wets on them...that is called Job Security! 

My position will be around for awhile.

(It's also called threadbare sheets.)

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Morning Baby.

This was taking on Dec. 6, St. Nicholas' Feast Day. Bennett had been waking up everyday, since birth at around 5:00ish...so I've gotten use to my morning buddy. He is just so baby, cheeks, pouty lips, look of wonder in early morn. He is so cherished and loved.