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I'm back! Did you miss me? Besides not perusing blogs during Lent, I sort of fell head first off the blogging bandwagon. But the kids and I did finish their third term of the school year, take a field trip week to the Parthenon, Tennessee State Museum, and Cheekwood (Nashville's botanical gardens). We made it through the long, late nights of Holy Week, whilst my husband and his schola sang beautifully. Now we're on spring break. School starts back next week (I just need to finish writing the plans!).
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Our parish does not have a deacon and so, for the past three years, my husband, as chief Schola geek, has had the job of singing the Exsultet on Easter Vigil. You can hear him here. He's done a great job every year, but I think this was the best yet.
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What kind of mother forgets to take any photos of her kids on Easter? Um, that would be me. However, it's still the octave of Easter. Maybe I'll get the kids all dressed up tomorrow. We did dye Easter eggs with our own natural dyes (which we've done for several years now -- boiling up batches of cabbage, beets and onion skins doesn't smell so great, but the colors sure are beautiful). I also made hot cross buns for Good Friday. So the kids aren't totally deprived, even if they'll look back some day and wonder why their mother took more pictures of food than of them (hint: food stands still and poses nicely).
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The world's worst baby continues his reign of terror, stuffing every bit of dog hair, stale Cheerio, piece of paper or Lego in his mouth. I have become far more vigilant about sweeping, vacuuming and picking up bits of child detritus than ever before. Of course, when he can't find stuff on the floor, he has taken to pulling books off the shelf and ripping and gnawing them to bits.
In spite of the penchant for eating and putting things in his mouth, he seems to be following his two closest siblings in not growing. He was almost ten pounds at birth, but is now only 17, which puts him in the 4th percentile for 9 month old boys.
In those rare moments when he isn't choking, gnawing or trying to climb things and plunge to his doom, he's awfully cute and I seem inclined to keep him.
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We've entered a new era in the family. Our oldest can mow the lawn without any help from me or his father. Sadly though, this isn't working out quite as well as I would like, because April and May bring out horrible seasonal allergies for the boy and he spends those two months with swollen, itchy eyes, a runny nose and a cough. So I had to mow the front yard yesterday. As I posted on Facebook, "









