So recently the boys were playing wildly in the house, which is totally normal and safe. But all of a sudden I realized the house was quiet, which is anything but normal and safe, so I set out to investigate...which led me to the laundry room to find Henry and Sean hiding in the washer and dryer with the doors closed! OH MY GOODNESS, I nearly had a heart attack! That incident led to yet another rule in our home which forbids any hiding in appliances of any kind.
We fell victim to the gastroenteritis bug earlier in March, and forgetting that one son had yet to experience it, I made green waffles before Mass on St. Patrick's Day.
Shortly after Mass, this boy declared he did not feel well, and took off for the bathroom. The poor kid did his best, but as Josh so accurately described the damage, "it looks like a leprechaun was slaughtered in here." I spend my sabbath scrubbing that bathroom from floor to ceiling. The good news is I knew exactly where I needed to clean, the bad news is that it triggered the OCD cleaner in me when I had to practically dismantle the whole toilet lid to get in every green nook and cranny.
Henry finished up a semester of art class. He had a great time, and made some (in my unbiased motherly opinion) real masterpieces. Here are some of his pottery pieces: a mug, bowl and "snack plate" (unpictured)
We often worry about William's ability to handle any sort of confrontation, or really, just life in general....after an altercation broke out in the back row of the van (where the three oldest sit) one boy was instructed to apologize to Will, to which Will replied, "if anyone thes (says) thorry (sorry) to me, I will hit them." Another little concern of ours comes when we play an innocent little game of "Tell Me a Story" in which you look at a sweet little picture and make a story about it. Whenever William is using his imagination, he somehow always works in a "jack knife" or "jail" into the story. Recently, Josh said, "Don't you think it is kind of scary that Will looks good in black."
When we were leaving for Mass the morning after the game, we noticed something on the windshield- A few of our kind neighbors had signed a sympathy card for our family. Nothing like the love and support of good people when you are down, even if it was more of a joke while they were under the influence.
We were finally responsible enough to open bank accounts for the boys. The lady who helped us was more than kind, patient, and helpful to the boys. She genuinely answered each one of Henry's questions as to how the bank works, exactly which date to put on his deposit slips, where her desk decorations came from, etc, etc, etc. She took her time with each boy, and let them count their money for her, and she even laughed without judgement when William, who 99% of the time is contrary just to be contrary, was arguing with his brother about what day it was and shouted his only form of proof to (incorrectly) defend his case for the whole bank to hear, "MY UNDERWEAR DOES NOT SAY TUESDAY."
Josh and I attended a fantastic one day marriage retreat. To Josh's relief, it was more lecture from an excellent speaker, rather than all of the "fluffy" talk and discussion that you might normally encounter on a marriage retreat. The speaker did a great job of quickly explaining many complex philosophical and theological, and controversial topics related to marriage. His first talk started off with The Creation Story from Genesis, and how God had designed man, woman and marriage. He went on to explain how complementary man and woman are, and how Eve was the perfect companion for Adam (unlike the animals), and how before the Fall, they were able to understand and communicate so easily by gazing into each others' eyes, and....well, that was when Josh leaned over and whispered, "So, I think he is saying we should do a lot less talking."
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I think every husband would agree with Josh's take on the marriage lecture. Too darn funny. And the other takes....I think you need to never miss another Friday again!
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