Thanking God for...
My little guy turning 8 (eeks!) tomorrow. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday.
A quiet birthday dinner tonight with my 2 favorite guys, Mike and Henry.
Good friends and family.
For my kids wanting to light a candle after Mass and write our deceased relatives' names in our parish Book of Remembrance. Sublime.
For peace! Especially when my kids test my patience. :)
For the intentions of all of my friends, both in real life and online.
Novena to the Holy Face of Jesus, for a friend's mom, who is undergoing a skin cancer scare.
For a conversion of heart for those who do not have faith.
For all of the souls in purgatory.
How to respond to people better. Henry inherited the shyness gene from me, and we've been working with him a lot lately on looking at people when he speaks to them, saying a coherent "hello" and "goodbye" and any other conversation that is socially necessary in order to be polite. I remember very well from school how being shy got you labeled as "unfriendly." Now, as an adult, I'm not having the same problem as Henry anymore :) but I know that I let my defensive mechanism of protecting myself come into play a lot when interacting with others. Being shy, you feel like you get railroaded a lot by other people, and taken advantage of, and I know that I let my defensive emotions get involved more than is warranted.
In my home...
I'm going to be baking "something" this afternoon for Henry to bring into school tomorrow for his birthday celebration. And let's just say that baking is not exactly my forte. (Oh, and we can hardly forget The Case of the Red Velvet Cupcakes, in which Tiffany manages to screw up even a *box mix*). The fact that 23 students are in Hank's class is adding a additional level of complication to this endeavor. You see, cake mixes often tell you that you will get 24 cupcakes out the mix, but... let's just say that isn't always my experience. Cupcakes often entail me swearing while plopping a gloppy spoonful of mix into those paper cupcake holders and furrowing my eyebrows on whether or not I've filled them enough. It is commonly the case the 3 or 4 cupcakes come out deformed while I never even had 24 to begin with. So I'm thinking of branching out to cookie bars. A disaster in the making? You will find out next week, my friends.
And Then There Were Nuns: Adventures in a Cloistered Life, by Jane Christmas. *Extremely* charming, even despite a few misrepresentations about Catholicism thrown in there. I'm enjoying the book very much. I can never resist reading about anybody staying at a convent or monastery.
In Him Alone is Our Hope: The Church According to the Heart of Pope Francis, by then Archbishop Jorge Bergoglio. This is for the November edition of the Catholic Book Club, so join in!
I'm working on knitting 2 gifts, one is the surprise exchange gift in my knitting group, the other is (finally!) a cardigan for Mike. I've only got the back ribbing done, but hey. 1.25 inches is 1.25 inches people!
I also need to start working on a solo for our upcoming dance hafla. I have a few songs that I like that I could dance to, but I really need to put them on and improvise to see which moves me more. I haven't made time for dance lately outside or regular class time, but obviously, I need to ramp up my efforts.
|Happy birthday Henry!!|
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