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Quotes of the week (QOTW):
“How do we know when we’re going to die?”
Anna-Laura, asking the easy questions at 8am. We had a great discussion, but man. Why do kids always have to ask the hard questions in rush hour traffic?
“He ACED it.”
Will’s algebra teacher. We had a rough go at the beginning of the year, but after Will finally asked his teacher for help I heard this from Mr. W. I was so dang proud.
“So, I guess your way was better than mine.”
Will. It’s always nice to get validation once every five years that you’re doing a semi-decent job at the parenting gig.
“Oh, holy cow.”
Luke, upon spying Nutella at the grocery store. Yes, he’s my son.
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Hosting a crew for Thanksgiving and feel like you’re about to lose your mind? It’s okay, I feel the same way. Last Thanksgiving I wrote this post for Catholic Mothers Online on how not to go to the crazy house when hosting a holiday gathering. My best tips involve praying and wine. Do with that what you will.
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A few weeks ago, we trekked down to the children’s hospital for the annual NICU reunion. There’s just something very healing about hugging the neck of your English doctor that makes the afternoon smashing. We saw so many of our favorite doctors and nurses and even ran into a friend of mine from high school. What?! My favorite quote of the day really is from that English neonatologist. After I told him we were pregnant again, he got the biggest grin and in his best English said, “Stay the hell away, ok?” I do love that man. He was the one who walked with us during Luke’s darkest days and now we get to rejoice in the progress. It is sweet destiny. November is prematurity awareness month and if you know of a mom in the NICU, here’s the letter I wish I would’ve read four years ago.
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Oh, Thanksgiving. At our house that means it’s time to send out Christmas cards. I can hear all my Catholic readers gasping right about now. Listen, I send them out so they arrive the day after Thanksgiving, it’s just the way I roll. On Tuesday, as I bake the pecan pie, I’ll also be listening to Pandora’s Christmas station and stuffing envelopes. The kids are already excited. And by excited I mean they would rather donate a kidney. Speaking of Christmas, can any of my Central Texas friends recommend a tree farm? We usually go the Frasier route, but we’re all about the experience. Papa Noel just doesn’t cut it. Our most favorite tree farm OF ALL TIME closed its doors forever last year and we are all still in mourning.
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I’m super excited to share that one of my friends, who also happens to be a communicator extraordinaire, will be the guest speaker for Catholic Charities “Women of the Well” event on Monday, December 2. Helen Osman, Secretary of Communications for the USCCB, will be sharing how to encounter social media responsibly and help our children do the same. Helen used to work with Scott at the Diocese and her girls are our former babysitters. So, she’s pretty much a rockstar in my book. You can find out more by visiting the CCCTX website. Hope to see you there!
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Next week, you’ll finally get the full before & after of our renovated guest bathroom. Today, here’s your sneak peek.
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World, meet my maid of honor from my wedding. Jess and I haven’t seen each each since my wedding day, over 17 years ago. So, when she tapped me on my shoulder and I turned around to see her face, I almost fainted. Last weekend, in between food shows and soccer, I was able to attend part of my pledge class reunion in College Station. I do love me some Chi Omega owls. It was just awesome to reconnect with women who share a special place in my heart. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed, as we remembered our four years at A&M. Zeta car alarms, beds in the chapter room, salad for dinner and nearly making the house mom have a heart attack – through it all, we learned what sisterhood really meant. For those that think sorority girls are all like the Tri Delts from Saturday Night Live, you’ve only got it partially right.
Jen’s always a great hostess. Thanks, dear! Make it a great weekend, y’all.