The Week in Pictures

Monday was absolutely beautiful (high 20s) and we spent the morning at the park with friends. Here is Benjamin in his new hat which he chose himself. Choice for Ben implies insistence and it was this hat or bust. It definitely sets him aside as a country kid when we visit the city.

Here is Joe in my choice of hat; turns out it wouldn't have been Dave's pick.

And, finally, the empty (but for the piano) front room has been converted into a play room.

Just another view. We are very blessed in our new house of augmented circumstances. This last comment does highlight the need to change the name of our blog. Currently, the list includes:

1. The House of Augmented Circumstances

2. The House of Restored Sanity

3. The Retrieval of Joy (so much behind that one)

4. The Waters of Solitude

5. Down by the Bay or Where the Watermelons Grow (Dave likes neither of these)

6. Built on Rock (this is only because we live on a street whose name implies that our house is built on sand)

7. No more. That's actually not in the running; I just don't have any other names unless you can give me one.

A large component of our life.

The little boy who no longer needs a nap. He fell off a chair during quiet time; arrived at my lap crying and saying, "I'm tired,"; and promptly fell asleep next to me in the Lazy Boy. He is still there.

The Saints Calendar that I finally laminated and assembled. Rest assured that this is not my handiwork but that of a local woman whose genius is clearly demonstrated by the above. Jacob could not sleep until the late hours on the night that I began the assembly.

And just because you might be wondering what's on those little cards - here's today's. Now, off to help Jacob with a mass reading; he has been asked to read the first reading at school mass next Thursday. It is the conversion of St. Paul and it is long and has words like Damascus and Ananias. Clearly his teacher has great faith. The reading came home with a note from the teacher that said: We talked about Jacob reading slowly. Of course, next Thursday is one of two days on which I work during May and I will miss his mass debut. This might be a good thing as I would either burst out crying or laughing and neither would be controllable.