Wow. Where to begin. It’s been a busy week here at Team Whitaker, at the casa and in my van. We’ve been running from one thing to the next, but that’s our season of life. I’m just leaning into it. As I’ve been known to say, just another ball in the crazy hopper.
I have this super awesome giveaway going on through Monday. If you’re a fan of motherhood, Lisa Hendey, Catholicism and reading, you just hit the jackpot. I’m giving away Lisa’s book, “The Handbook for Catholic Moms.” But, get yourself entered because comments close on Monday at 1pm CST sharp. I also did a review on the book if you want to know what you’re getting yourself into by entering. I like a little Siskel and Ebert before I plunge into literary works, too.
On Monday, I was nominated for “Worst Mom of the Year.” Not sure if you heard. What with all the crying and gnashing of teeth. School pictures were this week and our annual family photos are coming up, so I did what any sane, rational, normal mom would do and I took the kids for haircuts. Except, it ended badly for son #1. He has his father’s hair – thick, beautiful and it grows like a weed. He was not happy about getting it snipped, but because he’s all 11 and such, I let him tell the barber what he wanted…exceeeept, he didn’t communicate very well and I didn’t jump in fast enough to stop it. So, it’s a wee bit shorter than what we all hoped. The worst part was when I went to console him when we got home and it hit me. He does this spiky thing with his hair at his flag football games. “It’s my trademark, Mom.” I CUT OFF THE TRADEMARK. When I said those words aloud, he just buried his head on my shoulder and sobbed. Someday we’ll laugh about the trademark haircut, but it’s been a rough couple of days around here. This was the before because I just can’t bring myself to show you the after.
Luke’s rockstar party was featured over on Amy Atlas’ blog. I may have blacked out slightly after getting that email. I consider her to be a huge inspiration and it was just a really fun, and unexpected, honor. If you didn’t know before, you do now. I love parties. All of ’em. If you ever need a planning partner in crime, hit me up.
There were some stellar quotes of the week.
“Ticky hams” and “Koklate kips”
Luke talking to his OT about his sticky hands and then trying to say chocolate chips. So stinkin’ cute.
“When you burp Cherry Sprite, it’s like you’re burping fire.”
Does this quote even need identification? John Paul, you are funny, man.
“I think I ate too much sugar.”
Clare, after inhaling a cupcake. It’s possible honey, but keep on eating.
It’s a tradition that after we give thanks for our food, the kids end with “God bless the cook.” Last night, the kids remembered the blessing, but forgot the cook. All the kids, that is, except Luke. When he said that, we all just awwed.
I’ve decided political debates, especially those watched while tweeting are fascinating. What did this week’s debates reminded me? I really miss Tim Russert. Can you imagine how the debate would’ve gone with him at the helm? Yeah, he’s missed.
Momma ran 1.5 miles this week – without stopping. Major milestone. I just might make that 5k before the end of the year yet. Someone please tell me I’m going to hit my stride and actually enjoy that first mile. Anyone?
I had an unexpected, beautiful, thought-provoking conversation with a friend this week and it completely warmed my heart. She’s struggling with some big things in life, but to have her confide in me was a complete surprise. Sometimes the Holy Spirit really is at work and you get to tag along. It was a stellar way to end my week. We have a crazy weekend ahead, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Make yours a great one, too.
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