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First Communion

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My first born received her First Communion this past weekend. It was such a sweet and beautiful thing watching all those little second graders in their springtime best and white dresses.

If you follow me on Facebook, then you already know this. But, if not-- See her veil?


It is my Aunt's veil from when she made her First Communion. Both of her daughters wore it and then I wore it for mine. Her eldest daughter had a slew of boys and I grew up and had children of my own. As soon as Birdie started second grade, I asked my aunt if we could please use the veil again. She came through for me! The dress was one my aunt had made for her only granddaughter when her son was married. Don't they look like they were made for each other? 

She did such an amazing job and we were over the moon proud of her. Before the Mass, we told her to be on the lookout for a kid to either throw up or pass out- it happens every year. This year, they figured out if the air conditioner was on, nervous little…

Watery Rainbows

Fuzzy takes the award for being my first child to find food coloring and to also find it fascinating.

Hooray?

I was organizing one of my kitchen pantries the other day and did not think twice about putting two containers of 8 dye packets at Fuzzy height. No other kid took a second glance at those beautiful bright colored lids, why would he?

Dumb.

Truly, the food coloring was in the new home probably 68 hours before I round the corner and find a rainbow that had been hit by an 18-wheeler. Food coloring, when squeezed, will spray a beautiful arc on a white wall. There Fuzzy was, sitting in front of the pantry that he had never noticed before, covered in food coloring.

COVERED.

His new outfit-- toast. His skin-- tie-dyed. His smile-- massive.

We found 6 containers of dye with only two lids missing. They weren't in his ear, we checked. Score one for parenting. Peeking in those little ears, we discovered that he squirted food coloring in his canal.

Green, in case you were curious.

Just …

The New Door

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The new door is massive. Like SUPER big. I can stand on my tip toes and reach for the sky without touching the top.

And I wanted to paint it. I wanted to paint it purple, to be precise.

My neighbor said, "Purple? Ya sure? Maybe you should start with something tamer. Sit on it for a year and make sure you want it purple."

Nah-- I need to go ahead and get on this. Eggplant? Dove's breath? Violet? Berry Bush? Wood Lilac? Obi Lilac? Husband said no. I said yes. He said no.

I said yes.

He said no.

I said, "Let's ask Yancey."

He said okay.

{Because surely the interior designer would not pick out a purple door. He felt secure in this statement.}



He was right. She didn't pick out a purple door.

She picked out a pink door. Salmon to be precise. And it is awesome!

He loves it.  Lie.

I don't know how Husband feels about it. Let's leave it at he loves me.




We are waiting on the doorbell, so there are some tools that are still out there. But, I've been wor…