Enthusiastic Greetings

One of the great benefits of living in this crazy household is being welcomed home with excitement. For example, when Posy came home from work this morning, Gus exclaimed, “Posy, you’re back!!” And ran to give her a huge hug.


And then he moved in to steal her tea…


The kids actually greet anyone they know with this enthusiasm. Having a bad day? Come to our house and everyone will be happy to see you.

Mass with the Littles

I felt guilty getting my phone out in church, but we arrived plenty early so we didn’t disrupt anyone. Well, we always disrupt people, but we didn’t disrupt any more than usual.

You can see by the blur that they were already a little bit squirrelly. So much so that one choir member asked Jay what on earth he had fed Gus for breakfast.

Today’s highlights include Molly picking her nose, Max stretching every two seconds, and Gus making his fingers into a gun and yelling, “Bang! Bang!” in the middle of the consecration.

They make me a little crazy, and I don’t get to really complete a thought when I pray, but it really is a privilege to get to bring these children to church every week. Molly pulled on my sleeve at one point and whispered (she actually whispered!) “I know what that picture says. It says Jesus, I trust in you.”

A bonus picture of the three littlest (Lily-6, Molly-4, and Gus-2) paying a little visit to baby Jesus before mass. It was a beautiful moment, but they all came back to the pew covered in straw.


Date Night


We were able to go to a fabulous post-Christmas party with a ton of great friends (and no kids!)

We brought home a cute little snow globe for the kids from the hilarious Shuvunda gift exchange. (Everyone brings a gift they’d rather “Shuvunda” their bed, and we exchanged them white elephant style.)

Hello, 2014! Goodnight, Gus.

I’m going to try my picture a day thing again this year, and just do the best I can.

We began the year with an amazing dinner of prime rib at my parents house. (Thank you!) Gus sacked out on the way home, and Jay out him to sleep on the living room floor because we assumed he’d wake up after a few minutes. He didn’t, but he did work his way under the Christmas tree.