What Sr. Theresa wants, Sr. Theresa gets.

So, I was at the baptism of a lovely little lady today and two religious sisters came over to talk with me.  (This sounds like the beginning of a joke.)  Upon asking my name, one of the sisters' faces lit up and she said, "Oh, you're Elena Afelskie.  I was at a vocations breakfast in Ottawa and Sr. Theresa told me that if I met you, I was to tell you that she needs more posts."  And what Sr. Theresa wants, Sr. Theresa gets:  more posts from the lazy blogger.

We were at the dentist this week.  Hannah and I each needed to get a cavity filled.  Isaac insisted on watching the entire process which just might provide him with the impetus he needs to brush his teeth and avoid the drill.  My mouth was frozen in such a manner that the roof of my mouth and the top of my throat were without sensation.  I mentioned this to the secretary and remarked that it felt oddly like what I would expect of an anaphylactic reaction. She smiled and said, "Just let me know if it gets any worse."  Comforting.

Afterward we went to Wendy's for lunch.  The kids always, always, always get chicken fingers and fries ... and a toy.  But, I hate the toy.  The toys inevitably come in packaging with instructions and little parts that get strewn around the van and found months later in the purge of the basement.  Thus, I instructed the server that there would be no toys this time.  There is a substitution, though.  If your kid meal doesn't come with a toy, you can get a kid-sized Frostie instead.  It was difficult to convince Isaac that the Frostie comes after the meal.

Rebecca, look, I gots the sun damage too.  And Sarah gots the Frostie.

Oh, so blurry.  But, so cute.

I've been waiting a while for a girl...

Check out the skirt - tutu attached to leggings.  And the shoes, complete with tiny heels.  By the end of mass, she was also wearing my necklace, two bracelets, demanding the scarf and just starting to notice the earrings.

"Hello, world!  Here I come."

And my daddy loves me.

And what is she looking at?  Her brothers playing outside before mass.  In the snow.  Let's not do this again soon.

Colin, you asked about the awkward blogger's pose?  You got it.  I imagine that you have not run across it before as you probably don't frequent What I Wore on Sunday or fashion blogs.  At least I hope not.

Suspicious blogger's pose.  Don't worry, I wore a colourful scarf.  I was, after all, attending a baptism and felt the need not to arrive dressed as original sin.