As I write this there is less than an hour left to the month of February. I won't lie, I'm not entirely sad to see it go.
Things have been rough here lately. It seems like the only news that ever comes is the hard kind, and each day brings a new prayer request for family and friends who are enduring terrible times.
My daily life has been grueling. Septimus battles the most severe colic of any of my children, and he does not sleep much. It is hard to coax a smile out of him, and if he were my first child I might have packed my bags and hit the dusty trail.
Luckily, he is not my first child. I know that he will grow out of it. I know that it will pass. I know that his demeanor now is not what he will be like when he is 2 or 5 or 10. I know the years are short, but I also know that the days are long. Very, very long.
Lent is very Lentish this year, no? (Although considering how terribly awful I've been with my Lenten promises, I am hoping that the Lentishness of my life in general will weigh in the balance.)
While watching the pope emeritus leave the Vatican today, I just felt sad. And kind of wrung out. And longing to turn the page.
Welcome, March. I've been waiting for you.
|This guy turned 5 on the first day of February.|
He shares his birthday with my dad, so they had cake and ice cream together.
Not a bad way to start the month.
|Bun wanted a "Snap Circuits" design cake, but I am a terrible artist.|
I baked a big chocolate sheet cake, and I let Rob do the circuit design.
|My sixth little valentine.|
Complete with another stolen pacifier.
|These two are such great buddies. I took them out to eat one night,|
just the 3 of us, and they melted me.
|Forget casual Friday, Mopsy goes formal for dinner.|
|A particularly nasty upper respiratory infection has taken out all the kids|
at the end of February.
These 3 medicines are my go-to arsenal. If they don't work, then the ship is
|Another good remedy for illness is watching|
lots of princess movies (this selection: Cinderella)
while sitting in your baby brother's bouncy seat.
He hates it, so someone might as well use it.
|Is this the saddest little sick chick or what?|
|Nope, THIS is the saddest little sick chick.|
Poor wee miserable lamb.
|Can't miss the requisite baby photo montage.|
Especially when your baby has colic. I need photographic proof
that he does not, in fact, scream 24 hours a day.
It just seems that way.
|This situation is serious, Mother.|
|Ehhh, maybe not THAT serious.|
|Okay, it's downright hilarious.|