CCD Lessons

Marissa started CCD this fall in anticipation of making her First Holy Communion next year.

Driving home tonight she said, I'm talking nice to some people in my head. OHHH Kay!

So I asked who and she told me "God, Jesus, The Holy Spirit & Santa Claus!" all-righty then!

"I'm telling them that they treat us really nice".

The Great Remote Control Hunt

Every day (or evening) is the Great Remote Control Hunt in my house. No matter where I put it the day before, once the kids get hold of it, it's lost and I have to hunt it down.

Sometimes I long for the days of old time remotes attached to TV's, or even getting up and changing the channel Dial (yes I am aging myself), but then I wouldn't be able to watch the shows that I DVR'd.

I need the remote to access the DVR.

I need the remote to fast forward through the commercials.

I need the remote to review something I didn't catch.

So I hunt it down. Day after day after day after day. I first check all the surface places: the rugs, the TV stand, the table. Then I check between the cushions of the couch, and inevitably find crumbs or candy wrappers, which aren't supposed to be there because there's not supposed to be any eating on the couch. I then get down on my hands and knees and reach under the couch and chair. Of course, the dogs think it is play time and get down on the floor too and roll around me. Then I look under the furniture in case it's not within reach.

AHA! Eureka! It's found. A different place every day---today it was under the dining room table. Don't even ask.

Ahhhhh... One Life to Live and General Hospital here I come!

TBall

Dylan is CRAZY about baseball. So much so that for the whole year that he was 3 he was insistent that he would play baseball next year. So when 4 rolled around I started looking into T-Ball for him. Well only to find that our township starts at 5 years of age. DILEMMA! So I searched around and found that the youth center started at age 4. He's the youngest and smallest on his team, but he's the most determined. He loves hitting, fielding and the roar of the crowd.




The cheering crowd :)





home run swing!

Tractor

This was the one present that Dylan was waiting & hoping for! Thanks Miss Ellie & Uncle Cal!!!

Extending I Love You's

we had an "awww" moment today on the way to a picnic...

the kids started a round of "I love you mom!" "I love you dad" in the car and we repeated "I love you Marissa!", "I love you Dylan"

we sat there smiling of how simple and sweet it all was....

that was until we passed the horse farm and Dylan continued with "I love you horsey! I love you piggy! I love you pony!"...

well it was perfect while it lasted!

Identification

Some people would think we were rich or business owners if they listened to Dylan's descricptive identification of places we go. Today after T-Ball I told him we were going to Walmart and he wanted to know if we were going to PeePa's Walmart on Route 8 or Mommy's Walmart (Super Center). I told him that we were going to the one on Route 8, to which he followed "then we can go to Peepa's McDonald's when we are done because Daddy's McDonald's is too far!"