Traditional Catholic living in the modern world
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
A Nice Spring Walk
Here is John--moments before we joined a friend of mine and her kids for a nice spring walk--in his fancy new carseat (thanks, Gramma and Grampa Neil!). If you look closely, you can spot John's little cowlick that sticks straight up every day.
Four Months Is Fun
At almost four months old, I already think John is entering such a fun age. He can do so many things! He plays with toys and flirts with us all day long. When I'm holding him and Chris does googly faces at him, John balls up "laughing" (still not sure if he's officially laughing) and buries his face into my chest, then peeks out again seeking more googly faces. Below you can see John playing on a blanket next to my desk while I get some office work completed:
I actually feel slightly mean giving John tummy time with toys in front of him. He desperately yearns to grab his toys, but every time he reaches forward to grab one, of course, he can no longer hold himself down and crumbles to the carpet. Very frustrating. But, I suppose this kind of yearning helps babies learn to crawl, so perhaps it isn't too mean of me.
Below is a photo of our beautiful son in the bathtub with shampoo in his hair. His eyes are turning brown. I took this photo because John had been kicking enthusiastically and grinning like crazy for several minutes. Out came the camera, away went the smile . . .
I actually feel slightly mean giving John tummy time with toys in front of him. He desperately yearns to grab his toys, but every time he reaches forward to grab one, of course, he can no longer hold himself down and crumbles to the carpet. Very frustrating. But, I suppose this kind of yearning helps babies learn to crawl, so perhaps it isn't too mean of me.
Below is a photo of our beautiful son in the bathtub with shampoo in his hair. His eyes are turning brown. I took this photo because John had been kicking enthusiastically and grinning like crazy for several minutes. Out came the camera, away went the smile . . .
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Run, horsie, run!
This morning, when we weren't watching, John not only grabbed his dangly horse from his play mat, but he unhooked it. He freed his horsie! Run, horsie, run!
God provides a very special amnesia to parents, especially mothers, I believe. About ten days after giving birth, I remember the moment when I forgot enough about labor to think cheerfully, "Wow, I really wouldn't mind going through that again for another baby!" Then this morning, I sincerely asked Chris a question. I remember in those early weeks of John's life that I'd get free and run to the bathroom. I'd ask myself, if John only lets me have 30 seconds, what do I want to do first? Okay, he gave me that 30 seconds, what is next on my list? I'd go minute by minute down my priority list. This morning, I asked Chris what it was that John did that made me so frantic. Did he cry? I have no memory of much crying. Chris has the same amnesia. He also doesn't remember much crying, per se. What was so hard about those weeks? We really don't know. I do remember writing some desperate emails to friends and family, but I don't remember why I was so desperate. I think God blesses parents with this special amnesia to ensure that they continue yearning for more children!
God provides a very special amnesia to parents, especially mothers, I believe. About ten days after giving birth, I remember the moment when I forgot enough about labor to think cheerfully, "Wow, I really wouldn't mind going through that again for another baby!" Then this morning, I sincerely asked Chris a question. I remember in those early weeks of John's life that I'd get free and run to the bathroom. I'd ask myself, if John only lets me have 30 seconds, what do I want to do first? Okay, he gave me that 30 seconds, what is next on my list? I'd go minute by minute down my priority list. This morning, I asked Chris what it was that John did that made me so frantic. Did he cry? I have no memory of much crying. Chris has the same amnesia. He also doesn't remember much crying, per se. What was so hard about those weeks? We really don't know. I do remember writing some desperate emails to friends and family, but I don't remember why I was so desperate. I think God blesses parents with this special amnesia to ensure that they continue yearning for more children!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Your Vote: Is This Outfit Too Feminine?
I bought this outfit for John at a consignment sale and Chris thinks it's too girlie for a 4-month-old boy. It has red, white, and blue checks with red and blue rocking horses on it. I certainly admit that a boy or girl could wear it, so it is not unmistakably boyish, like an all blue outfit or brown courderoys.
When visiting my dad recently, I saw this photo of my little sister as a toddler wearing the same type of outfit, except it is a dress instead of onesie shorts. That made me wonder if the print is indeed too feminine!
So, everybody, cast your votes. Can John wear this little cute outfit, or should I put it back in the bin for if God ever blesses us with a daughter?
[EDIT: We need some men to vote! Chris says women aren't going to vote right. (That's just because they're agreeing with me so far!)]
When visiting my dad recently, I saw this photo of my little sister as a toddler wearing the same type of outfit, except it is a dress instead of onesie shorts. That made me wonder if the print is indeed too feminine!
So, everybody, cast your votes. Can John wear this little cute outfit, or should I put it back in the bin for if God ever blesses us with a daughter?
[EDIT: We need some men to vote! Chris says women aren't going to vote right. (That's just because they're agreeing with me so far!)]
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Spring is Here
Today the temperatures reached to the mid-80s. My little honeybee is a nature boy! (Thanks for the Bumbo seat, Alea and Brad!)
Wonder at the Firstborn
John will finally tolerate my Moby Wrap (thanks Amy!)! While in Sacramento at my home parish, I received an impromptu lesson in the Moby Wrap from a woman who sells them and a mother who needed to "borrow a baby" in order to test drive the wrap. John was her willing subject! Below is John in the Joey hold:
I love the parental wonder we feel at the firstborn child. I am not entirely familiar with what motor development to expect next, so John's new accomplishments come as delightful surprises. I swear, he seems to have exploded in hand agility just in the two days since leaving California. He is achieving success with reaching and grabbing much more often now and is attempting frequently to put things in his mouth (which made me realize that, soon enough, we'll have our first choking incident!):
John has also begun kicking with energy. He has always seemed mildly pleased with his bath time, but now he kicks energetically and soaks his mama. All this movement means that John is now a wriggly baby. I've always been careful about where I set him down because I'm a Nervous Nellie, but now I have to be careful because John can actually move! Whether I put him on his back or his tummy, he wriggles his whole body with force and begins inching along, such that I'll come back to find that he's migrated one foot!
A postscript to yesterday's account of coming home from California: For all the fans of husbands out there, let me brag: In the week Chris was home without me, he completed almost a dozen household fix-it projects just for me! He stocked the refrigerator with food, neatened the house, and had a wonderful bouquet of pink tulips waiting for me.
I love the parental wonder we feel at the firstborn child. I am not entirely familiar with what motor development to expect next, so John's new accomplishments come as delightful surprises. I swear, he seems to have exploded in hand agility just in the two days since leaving California. He is achieving success with reaching and grabbing much more often now and is attempting frequently to put things in his mouth (which made me realize that, soon enough, we'll have our first choking incident!):
Reunited with his play mat, John tackled those dangly toys with ferocity. Note how he's halfway to rolling over back to front! Now, this feat may take months to complete for all I know, but I am very impressed at how he rolls all the way onto his side in an effort to smack his rascally opponent.
John has also begun kicking with energy. He has always seemed mildly pleased with his bath time, but now he kicks energetically and soaks his mama. All this movement means that John is now a wriggly baby. I've always been careful about where I set him down because I'm a Nervous Nellie, but now I have to be careful because John can actually move! Whether I put him on his back or his tummy, he wriggles his whole body with force and begins inching along, such that I'll come back to find that he's migrated one foot!
A postscript to yesterday's account of coming home from California: For all the fans of husbands out there, let me brag: In the week Chris was home without me, he completed almost a dozen household fix-it projects just for me! He stocked the refrigerator with food, neatened the house, and had a wonderful bouquet of pink tulips waiting for me.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday II: Flying Home from California
Now that all is said and done, my flight home from California alone with John (as Chris had gone back a week earlier) went very well. But I couldn't have known that at the time, so--as is my temperament--I was a bit tense until I was home, collapsed in my own bed.
John and I said goodbye to Grandpa in the morning before he set off for work. Then my stepdad took me to the airport, where he obtained a Gate Pass to help me. Handling just one baby, one suitcase, one duffel bag, and the stroller was quite awkward and I was very grateful for Grampa Neil's help. He called Chris after seeing me off and confessed that he watched my plane fly away until it was a little dot in the sky.
On the airplane, I was absolutely surrounded on all sides by male passengers and, as the flight was overbooked, I was not allowed to change seats. Nonetheless, my nursing modestly went very well, I think!
John barely cried at all on the flight and, except for my standing in the aisle and swaying him a lot, he did not require much work on my part.
That is, until The Great Poop Blowout of 2007. (It may be presumptuous to title the event such as we're only in March, but I'm ever hopeful!) Let me set the scene: I was already exhausted from caring for John by myself for seven days and now I faced flying across the country alone with an 15-week-old. John had had a pretty bad cold for three days and I had woken up that morning having succumbed to it. I'm nursing and didn't have enough time to research what cold medications I could take, so I didn't take any and had to suffer my symptoms in that dry air and bad pressure during the flight.
The flight was going along fine and John was nursing when I felt a rumbling in my lap. Then I felt a heat spreading fast. I quickly grabbed a cloth diaper I was using as a burp cloth and slid it under John's rump before I surveyed the damage. I couldn't tell the extent of matters, but knew there had been a serious diaper blow-out. I can be a Nervous Nellie in general, but when it comes down to serious business, I do pretty well under pressure, in crisis scenarios.
Using one hand to hold John on my lap, I dug through my diaper bag for the wipes, new diaper, plastic bag to contain the dirty diaper, and plastic bag containing the new outfit. John was not in his sling, so I had to carry all the aforementioned items in my right hand, while holding John pinned against my chest with the burp cloth between us in my left hand and maneuvering down the narrow aisle. There was a great amount of turbulence during the entire flight, and thus my ordeal, due to serious storms over the Midwest.
I got to the miniature-scale airplane bathroom and surveyed the area. Despite searching thoroughly, I did not see a baby changing table which would fold out from the wall. So, all the while holding the very poopy John, I set down the diaper and wipes on the tiny shelf next to the sink. Then I put the toilet seat and lid down and sat down on it, bracing my feet against the frame of the door about two feet off the ground, so that my long skirt would create a hammock in which John could lie. Once John was in his "hammock," I used two hands to tie the two plastic bags on the security bar (like a disabled person's handles in a tub or bathroom) on the wall, allowing me easy access in and out of the bags.
Now was time to ascertain the real damage. As I peeled off John's clothing, I learned that the copious poop rose all the way to the nape of his neck and back down his arms. All I had protecting my clothing was one cloth diaper! I can hardly describe what happened next, but each move was precise, like a ballet dance or a battle plan. I used the sink as my temporary deposit of poopy clothes, diaper, and wipes (so many wipes!). Somehow I got my wriggly, ~15-pound boy naked except his clean socks and held him, standing up in my lap, using only one hand and in spite of the turbulence, so that I could wipe down his entire body. Then I got a clean diaper back on him and a clean outfit over that. All the poopy refuse went in one plastic bag and all the poopy clothing went in another. When all was said and done, I had only gotten the icky mess on two one-inch diameter spots on my dark skirt, so the spots hardly showed.
And, before anybody tells me, yes: later when I examined the bathroom door, I saw a sign for a fold-out baby changing table. So I went inside and searched again and this time found the oh-so convenient table. Too bad, as I could have used it!
I actually came out of the Great Poop Escapade feeling warm with confidence. If I could handle this by myself, I could handle more! It's so true that God does not burden us with more than we can bear.
When I got off the plane, my dear husband had obtained a gate pass and was waiting for me with a picnic of cheese pizza and a chocolate shake! The day almost ended perfectly, but after John not crying more than a few minutes on a plane flight from one coast to the other, including waiting time at both airports, he screamed bloody murder for the hour-long drive home. That boy does hate his car seat!
John and I said goodbye to Grandpa in the morning before he set off for work. Then my stepdad took me to the airport, where he obtained a Gate Pass to help me. Handling just one baby, one suitcase, one duffel bag, and the stroller was quite awkward and I was very grateful for Grampa Neil's help. He called Chris after seeing me off and confessed that he watched my plane fly away until it was a little dot in the sky.
On the airplane, I was absolutely surrounded on all sides by male passengers and, as the flight was overbooked, I was not allowed to change seats. Nonetheless, my nursing modestly went very well, I think!
John barely cried at all on the flight and, except for my standing in the aisle and swaying him a lot, he did not require much work on my part.
That is, until The Great Poop Blowout of 2007. (It may be presumptuous to title the event such as we're only in March, but I'm ever hopeful!) Let me set the scene: I was already exhausted from caring for John by myself for seven days and now I faced flying across the country alone with an 15-week-old. John had had a pretty bad cold for three days and I had woken up that morning having succumbed to it. I'm nursing and didn't have enough time to research what cold medications I could take, so I didn't take any and had to suffer my symptoms in that dry air and bad pressure during the flight.
The flight was going along fine and John was nursing when I felt a rumbling in my lap. Then I felt a heat spreading fast. I quickly grabbed a cloth diaper I was using as a burp cloth and slid it under John's rump before I surveyed the damage. I couldn't tell the extent of matters, but knew there had been a serious diaper blow-out. I can be a Nervous Nellie in general, but when it comes down to serious business, I do pretty well under pressure, in crisis scenarios.
Using one hand to hold John on my lap, I dug through my diaper bag for the wipes, new diaper, plastic bag to contain the dirty diaper, and plastic bag containing the new outfit. John was not in his sling, so I had to carry all the aforementioned items in my right hand, while holding John pinned against my chest with the burp cloth between us in my left hand and maneuvering down the narrow aisle. There was a great amount of turbulence during the entire flight, and thus my ordeal, due to serious storms over the Midwest.
I got to the miniature-scale airplane bathroom and surveyed the area. Despite searching thoroughly, I did not see a baby changing table which would fold out from the wall. So, all the while holding the very poopy John, I set down the diaper and wipes on the tiny shelf next to the sink. Then I put the toilet seat and lid down and sat down on it, bracing my feet against the frame of the door about two feet off the ground, so that my long skirt would create a hammock in which John could lie. Once John was in his "hammock," I used two hands to tie the two plastic bags on the security bar (like a disabled person's handles in a tub or bathroom) on the wall, allowing me easy access in and out of the bags.
Now was time to ascertain the real damage. As I peeled off John's clothing, I learned that the copious poop rose all the way to the nape of his neck and back down his arms. All I had protecting my clothing was one cloth diaper! I can hardly describe what happened next, but each move was precise, like a ballet dance or a battle plan. I used the sink as my temporary deposit of poopy clothes, diaper, and wipes (so many wipes!). Somehow I got my wriggly, ~15-pound boy naked except his clean socks and held him, standing up in my lap, using only one hand and in spite of the turbulence, so that I could wipe down his entire body. Then I got a clean diaper back on him and a clean outfit over that. All the poopy refuse went in one plastic bag and all the poopy clothing went in another. When all was said and done, I had only gotten the icky mess on two one-inch diameter spots on my dark skirt, so the spots hardly showed.
And, before anybody tells me, yes: later when I examined the bathroom door, I saw a sign for a fold-out baby changing table. So I went inside and searched again and this time found the oh-so convenient table. Too bad, as I could have used it!
I actually came out of the Great Poop Escapade feeling warm with confidence. If I could handle this by myself, I could handle more! It's so true that God does not burden us with more than we can bear.
When I got off the plane, my dear husband had obtained a gate pass and was waiting for me with a picnic of cheese pizza and a chocolate shake! The day almost ended perfectly, but after John not crying more than a few minutes on a plane flight from one coast to the other, including waiting time at both airports, he screamed bloody murder for the hour-long drive home. That boy does hate his car seat!
Thursday II in California
On Thursday, I wanted to keep John close to home because he was still pretty unhappy with his cold. However, I did think he was up to the five minutes' drive over to Mom and Neil's house, so we enjoyed a nice, quiet visit there. See how happy Gramma is to hold her grandson!
I was disappointed to cancel my visit to high-school friend Sierra and her four darling girls, but we were blessed that Sierra dropped by for a few minutes to meet John my sweet boy.
I was disappointed to cancel my visit to high-school friend Sierra and her four darling girls, but we were blessed that Sierra dropped by for a few minutes to meet John my sweet boy.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday II in California
What an unhappy honeybee I have! I think that a three-month-old having a very mucousy cold is such a sad thing because he can't possibly understand and all he knows is that he keeps choking and sputtering and sneezing and projectile spitting-up. On the bright side, John has good smiles for me in between his sad bouts.
During one happy moment today, John kept arching his back to look at something behind him on the bed. Finally I wondered if he was trying to look at the white noise machine I use to help him sleep, so I put him on his tummy in front of it. He peered at it for ten minutes and even reached out his hand to touch it. "Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Or are you a UFO who has landed on my bed? Hhhhmmm . . ."
We stayed in all day so John could rest nicely, then Lynn came over for a delicious pizza dinner from Symposium.
During one happy moment today, John kept arching his back to look at something behind him on the bed. Finally I wondered if he was trying to look at the white noise machine I use to help him sleep, so I put him on his tummy in front of it. He peered at it for ten minutes and even reached out his hand to touch it. "Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Or are you a UFO who has landed on my bed? Hhhhmmm . . ."
We stayed in all day so John could rest nicely, then Lynn came over for a delicious pizza dinner from Symposium.
For the last week, John has been discovering his tongue. I've noticed him simply moving his tongue around a lot, although he is doing so silently. (He coos often also, but this tongue-moving exploration is different.) It's like he's feeling his tongue move in his mouth. So last night, my dad stuck his tongue out at John, slowly so John could really see it. Then John turned to me quite deliberately and stuck his tongue out at me! After some brief practicing, John is sticking his tongue out (no, it's not very far) on cue. It has been very difficult to catch on camera because every time John sees my camera come out, he freezes and stares at it. But here is a photo of his tongue just starting to stick out:
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tuesday II in California
I'm glad I photographed John in this darling outfit--a gift yesterday from Rebecca--first thing in the morning as it did not last long following our most exciting and abundant diaper explosion yet. Why is it that Daddy is never around for this kind of excitement?
Today Auntie Erica arrived from Oregon, causing Neil to remark on the high-pitched squealing he heard upon our greeting each other.
Sadly, Baby John has come down with a cold. He's a pretty miserable baby. As I'm not used to sick kids yet, even I was crying as I walked the hallways this afternoon, trying to calm John, all filled up with mucus. I was so disappointed to cancel attending a dinner hosted by Bill, a 40-year friend of the family, who would have been meeting John for the first time. Instead of enjoying Bill's good cooking and the fun company of Bill, Erica, and Neil, I'm at home, just listening for when my sweet boy frequently awakes and starts crying again because he realizes he's still choked up with the ickies so I can run down the hallway to do my Mommy Duty.
Today Auntie Erica arrived from Oregon, causing Neil to remark on the high-pitched squealing he heard upon our greeting each other.
Baby John has grown so much since Erica saw him at six weeks old!
Me, my mom, my genetic-mom (Erica is Mom's identical twin), and my son!
Sadly, Baby John has come down with a cold. He's a pretty miserable baby. As I'm not used to sick kids yet, even I was crying as I walked the hallways this afternoon, trying to calm John, all filled up with mucus. I was so disappointed to cancel attending a dinner hosted by Bill, a 40-year friend of the family, who would have been meeting John for the first time. Instead of enjoying Bill's good cooking and the fun company of Bill, Erica, and Neil, I'm at home, just listening for when my sweet boy frequently awakes and starts crying again because he realizes he's still choked up with the ickies so I can run down the hallway to do my Mommy Duty.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Sunday II and Monday II in California
Sorry, I have no photos from Sunday. Mass at my home parish was exquisite as always and I enjoyed the loveliest ladies' brunch with Amy. I don't think I've drank champagne in about a year!
Today, Monday, John got to enjoy riding the "Grampa Neil Ferris wheel." (As Neil is my witness, John was smiling until I pulled out my camera, then he quickly went serious.)
After a lovely lunch with friend Tish, I visited my friend Rebecca and her twin four-year-old boys. I remember how often I helped care for them when they were John's age, and today Rebecca's "babies" were helping take care of my baby!
Today, Monday, John got to enjoy riding the "Grampa Neil Ferris wheel." (As Neil is my witness, John was smiling until I pulled out my camera, then he quickly went serious.)
After a lovely lunch with friend Tish, I visited my friend Rebecca and her twin four-year-old boys. I remember how often I helped care for them when they were John's age, and today Rebecca's "babies" were helping take care of my baby!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Saturday in California
This morning I joined my friend-of-nine-years Rin for breakfast--delicious food, bad service!
I popped into a local toy store where I discovered CDs by Linda Book! For those who didn't grow up in Davis, California (aka The Peoples Republic of Davis), you probably don't know this local children's music artist, and it is your loss! I remember how Linda Book toured the local elementary schools, singing her wonderful songs, when I was a child. Now people actually have to buy concert tickets to see her perform. I was so excited to see her CDs in the store today that I began singing her songs right then and there! (And I do not sing in front of people.) Later I was playing the CD and singing the songs to a grinning, kicking John when I became quite teary that I am so blessed to be able to share these special songs with my boy. I am such a sap!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Friday in California
Just how cute is this outfit and this boy?
We began our day by eating a trucker's breakfast at Cindy's Restaurant, where I've been eating since I was a tiny tot.
We began our day by eating a trucker's breakfast at Cindy's Restaurant, where I've been eating since I was a tiny tot.
Then Chris had to fly home to work hard to support his family so lovingly and well, as he does. Daddy kissed John goodbye. We'll see Chris in a week and miss him in the meantime!
In the afternoon I visited my friend from junior high-school, Rachel. I am thrilled that she is 30 weeks pregnant with her third child and is now co-owner of a women's consignment store!
Thursday in California
John is always his most playful early in the morning:
Today we had a great time reuniting with longtime family friends, Andy and Celeste. After lunch, we stopped by their nearby office to show John around.
Today we had a great time reuniting with longtime family friends, Andy and Celeste. After lunch, we stopped by their nearby office to show John around.
In the evening, we introduced Mom and Neil to Zelda's pizzeria. Delicious!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday in California
Today we visited Dad's office and his secretary Mandy, who is in charge of paging Dad when he is out and about to alert him to updates of our blog.
Then we enjoyed a wonderful lunch with the priest, Fr. N., who witnessed our marriage last January.
Then we enjoyed a wonderful lunch with the priest, Fr. N., who witnessed our marriage last January.
This is simply a photo of John looking particularly cute. I was trying to help him fall asleep, but when I put him down, his head bopped up like a buoy in the ocean. "I'm not ready to sleep yet, Mama!"
In the evening, we ate dinner with Dad and Lynn. Great pasta!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Tuesday in California
What a great day! First, I dressed John in his cowboy outfit because I thought my mom would particularly enjoy seeing that. However, since he last was photographed in this outfit on February 13, the sleeves and pants have become distinctly too short!
Grandpa, his two daughters and his two grandbabies all walked to the neighborhood park where Beezee and I grew up playing. Almost-three-year-old Maddie loved it.
My sister Beezee and her daughter Maddie came over to meet John.
Grandpa, his two daughters and his two grandbabies all walked to the neighborhood park where Beezee and I grew up playing. Almost-three-year-old Maddie loved it.
Later, Chris and I joined his old college and Capitol buddies for lunch, where we drank tap water and hot tea and discussed child-rearing milestones. How times have changed.
In the afternoon, we visited Grampa Neil and Gramma again.
We finished our evening back at Grandpa's with Italian take-out for dinner and a crazy-fun game of Hungry Hungry Hippo. The same, nearly 30-year-old plastic game I grew up playing.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Monday in California
Below are some delightful photos of my mom holding John. It warms my heart to see!
Before leaving on vacation, I meant to watch again the instructional DVD for my Maya Wrap in order to learn some more carrying positions (I only know one), but I didn't make the time. I figured this one out on the fly. It's not tight enough that I could carry John this way, but I sat him forward on my lap. This allowed him to be entertained by the scenery and for me to eat my lunch. John is just a couple of months shy of being able to sit down somewhere and both my mom's and dad's homes lack any infant seats. So, we pass John around or I carry him in my sling. (As I type this, John is having tummy time with his friend Buzz the Bug.)
Before leaving on vacation, I meant to watch again the instructional DVD for my Maya Wrap in order to learn some more carrying positions (I only know one), but I didn't make the time. I figured this one out on the fly. It's not tight enough that I could carry John this way, but I sat him forward on my lap. This allowed him to be entertained by the scenery and for me to eat my lunch. John is just a couple of months shy of being able to sit down somewhere and both my mom's and dad's homes lack any infant seats. So, we pass John around or I carry him in my sling. (As I type this, John is having tummy time with his friend Buzz the Bug.)
I would also like to report that I am thrilled to be eating Its It ice cream sandwiches. These fantastic novelties are not sold east of the Mississippi, so my dad stocked the freezer with them for me. I could order one case of Its Its to be delivered by Fed Ex to my home in Georgia for $84, but I'm not that extravagant!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday in California
On the bright side, John's body is really set to a morning routine now. Unfortunately, that meant he was awake for the day at 4:00 a.m. this morning.
We went to Mass at my home parish, which was a delight as always. We visited with Amy, my maid of honor:
And we visited with friend Tish:
We went to Mass at my home parish, which was a delight as always. We visited with Amy, my maid of honor:
And we visited with friend Tish:
Today John wore his first button down shirt, tie, vest, and slacks. Thanks to the Murphys for the adorable outfit!
After Mass, we enjoyed a wonderful Sunday feast at the home of Russell and Sharon, along with Colleen, whose husband Andy (who introduced me and Chris) couldn't make it. Here is Colleen with John:
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