Morning Funnies

This weekend has been filled with pinkeye, runny noses and wads of soggy tissues. Aaron was serving at the altar, so the two sick babes and I stayed home from Liturgy this morning. While Juliana was catching some much needed Zs, Basil and I were hanging out and talking, doing dishes in the kitchen.

He says to me "I don't like Deacon Justin, Mommy. He's not a nice guy."

And I'm thinking "Deacon Justin, Deacon Justin...hmmm...I know we have an abundance of deacons at St. B's but I know them all...we don't know a Deacon Justin."

Meanwhile bubbles are spilling over the sink edge and Basil's still lamenting this anonymous clergy.

Then he says "He's really sour and yucky!" And it clicks!

Not Deacon Justin....DECONGESTANT!!!!

An Exercise in Extrinsic Motivation

So, apparently Basil is more of a goal guy than an immediate gratification guy...well, at least when it comes to potty training. I knew he was very ready to abandon the diaper when he would announce "I'm going poo-poo" or "I just went pee" which would be followed by a hasty diaper off-age. So, about a month ago, we tried the chocolate chip route. Trying to tempt the little man with sweet morsels lasted about two visits to the loo. So I devised this potty chart and stuck it to the bathroom mirror...and it worked!! He's still in a nappy for bedtime and naps but is d-free the rest of the time! We've feasted on cherry ice cream, visited the pet store...trips to the beach and watching fireworks are next. Horray for you Baze-man!

Monday Haiku

cold clouded weekend
crisp hike, happy news and friends
thanks dead presidents

The Week of The Publican and the Pharisee

"The publican, standing afar off, would not lift so much his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast saying, 'God be merciful to me, a sinner.'" Luke 18:13

Unto the Lord let us sinners offer groanings like those of the Publican
and let us fall down before Him, as He is Master.
For He desireth the salvation of all men;
He granteth forgiveness unto all that repent.
For our sake He became incarnate,
He who with the Father is co-unoriginate God.

Lord grant me your Grace. Teach me humility in all things and before all people.

A Pirate, a Pincushion and a Pair of Feet

Aaaargh mate-y! Beware of the Dread Pirate Basil! He swarms upon unsuspecting villans with his trusty sword and glares though his felt/ribbon eye patch, hoarding captured booty behind the sofa! I like when he dons my black headscarf.







Here's another one of those pincusions. They are fast, fun, and make good little gifts for sewers and crafters.







I've been letting Basil experiment with the camera. It's interesting to see what he does. Although he doesn't quite understand how to point the lens at the subject...he just clicks away, but loves it. Yes those are my feet and I am wearing jeans under that dress...oh that's like sooo 2000! I had been inspired by the girl in The Ballad of Jack and Rose (a so-so flick we rented...I'll give more info if you're interested) and was at home with two babies for four days straight...had to spice it up.

Day

I haven't left the boundries of our small property all day, and I feel fine. Honestly, we had a great day despite the fact that we were carless due to the blessed FREE car we inherited from some friends who moved accross the country being toast. I had lots of projects to work on (you can see the carseat cover I made for Basil's old carseat behind Juliana). Basil was in usual form, spunky and loud...singing here.

The slow pace was nice after a busy-ish weekend. Sometimes I really am a 10 on the homebody scale, although I usually fall somewhere around four or five...gotta get out at least once a day. My mom came over in the afternoon and brought dinner supplies, made us a yummy chicken chili and played with the kids...always nice.

And aaaaah quiet at last.

Word Cloud

Very cool Mimi, thanks.

Sweet Peas for a Sweet Pea

Spoonfuls of squished peas were met with welcome lips and funny faces. The intrigue wore off after about five dips into the bowl...but it was fun while it lasted.