“Compared to Jesus, this is nothing!”
John Paul, assessing his scrape to the knee. Nothing like an 8yo to help one put it into perspective.
“You’re the funniest Mom evah.”
Oh, Clare, how I love thee.
Luke’s new word. It’s so stinkin’ cute. He hates actual applesauce, gags anytime it’s near him. But that boy can say it!
And, you get a bonus post later today. Dianna and Lisa, this one’s for you: Why a Turkey Baster should be in your First Aid Kit. I know, you’re waiting on pins and needles.
We have a supremely awesome weekend ahead. Six 11yo boys are spending the night tonight (woo hoo!) for Will’s birthday bash, then we kick it off at 0745 on Saturday morning with soccer x2, soccer pictures x2, baseball x1 and First Communion practice – all before noon. Bring. It. On. I think there’s a painting project, some First Communion prep and a massive cleaning effort going on as well. Either that, or I’m committing myself to the crazy house. I haven’t decided yet. Make it a great weekend!