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"Cree-yong"

I'm back.  Exhausted.  Bug has been up to a lot these days.  A lot.  I cannot keep up and this mommy is slowly dying.  Okay, so I'm not dying, but I'm still exhausted!  Three days ago I found all of Bug's crayons in the container where we keep our trash bags.  That's odd and very unlike her to hide her precious crayons.  Whatever.  Moving on.  Last night I found where she had colored the kitchen wall blue.  Minutes later I discovered where she colored the bottom kitchen cabinets blue.  Did I mention the cabinets are stark white?  Yeah, they are.  Blue.  She could not have chosen a darker color.  So we've entered this phase huh?  The one where she writes on the walls and realizes it doesn't come off so she hid her "cree-yongs" (crayons).  I will, however, give her credit for trying to hide the weapons she used to destroy my kitchen.  Well done, smarty pants.  You win.  Daddy came home with these...

Ha!  Your parents win again!  This spronge from CVS (ten times less expensive than the Mr. Clean brand) wiped away those "cree-yong" marks and I didn't even have to apply any pressure.  So awesome for a tired mommy.  Don't you worry.  I am now equipped to handle any and all "cree-yong" artwork.  Do these come in Costco size boxes?

This weekend we celebrated Papa's 61st birthday.  6-1!  Unbelievable.  It seems like just yesterday we were partying with all our family and friends for his 60th.  This year was a little more relaxed and we celebrated with a birthday lunch.  (When you have kids, everything you do is during the day.  Everything.)










Saturday night we were able to attend a special mass at the Cathedral to honor all the babies lost to abortion.  I could not imagine our lives without Bug and to think of all the children who didn't get the chance to grow and their parents who did not get to see them grow and love them breaks my heart.  140-some candles were lit at the mass, representing the 140-some babies who lost their lives from sunrise to sunset on THAT DAY ALONE.  Think about it.  We also observed 140-something seconds in silence to honor those babies.  My baby, however, made as much noise as possible in the back of the church.  After the lights came back on, an elderly volunteer came up to us and said, "What a beautiful sound coming from your baby.  Such a shame we never heard the cries of the babies we lit candles for."  :*(
 
The best part about the mass was that there were representatives from a variety of different churches who attended- Mormons, Buddhists, Nondenominational Christian, etc.  With all the differences in religion these days, it's moving to see them all in one room, praying side by side.  God works to bring all people together.  I know that for sure.
 
God Bless,
Kat


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