Most priests don't have to deal with one-year-olds yanking the "chalice" off the "altar" and spilling the "wine" on the floor...
Anyway, life got in the way of posting this past week, as did the fact that our laptop stopped working and I really didn't want to blog from my phone! So I've been MIA and am popping in for a quick quote update as I puzzle through everything else floating around in my head and consider perhaps posting something of substance for the first time in a long while...
Grainy phone photos courtesy of the fact that the laptop was kind enough to die immediately after I imported a bunch of photos and erased them from the memory card...
Me: John Paul, if you're not going to eat your kiwi you can give it to the babies.
JP, excitedly: So they can drop it on the floor!!!
Cecilia, singing: Joy to da world, our Word is gweat. What forth, we come, what hooooo!
Yup, that's how it goes.
Cecilia, pooping: Wook at all da turds!
Me: Yup, looks like you have five in there.
Cecilia, holding up three fingers: And dat makes FWEE!
Me: ...Nope, it makes five...
Cecilia, puzzled: Mom, don't be siwwy!
Nobody ever claimed she was our smartest child...
Elizabeth, begging me to pick her up: Bee! (Please)
Mary Claire, begging for me to pick her up: *shriek*
Me: Mary Claire, say please.
Me: No, not puppy. Please.
MC, touching bellybutton: Beep!
Me: No, please.
MC, stubbornly: Bee beh BUH! (B says buh, a la leapfrog fridge phonics)
Me: No, say please. Or Pee. Or Bee.
So glad we've got another stubborn one on our hands...
Mary Claire is dropping food from her high chair tray onto the floor...
Andrew: Mary Claire! Stop dropping food on the floor!
And there you have it. Carry on.