Life in the land of dial-up

I am stopping in here at my long neglected blog to try to play catch-up. Of course, after the fifteen minutes (and I am not exaggerating, for once) that it…

I am stopping in here at my long neglected blog to try to play catch-up. Of course, after the fifteen minutes (and I am not exaggerating, for once) that it took to load the "new post" page, I have lost all train of thought, and a game of Mahjong. 😉

I have so many pictures and thoughts to share, as well as prayers to beg.

I will start with the prayers. Please continue to pray for Baby Matthew and his mommy Emily! There is new hope for them as they head to Michigan where there are doctors ready and able to care for Matthew when he is born! There are so very many of us waiting, holding our breaths, and praying fervently for this little guy. Please join us!

Then there is a mom named Amy. I don't have any links or pictures, but please pray. She is battling cancer, for the second time, and is mom to five little ones, including a baby born last December. She has been given about a year to live. I *know* God has a plan, but this is such a tough one! Please pray for a miracle. Saint Gianna and  Blessed Zelie seem like the right mothers to plead to. 

Pictures will have to wait until I have an hour or two! Wait until you see my little guy and his new "do"! Regina cried last week as we took the clippers to all of that beautiful blond hair. It was hard to do, but he is even cuter than before if you can believe it!!!

Thoughts… this is always the hard part, especially this time of night.

Augustine is growing fast, saying a few things here and there, like "let go", and "no". He loves to wave goodbye and run to meet Daddy with the rest of the kids every evening when Court walks in the door. He is just all boy and everybody's darling.

Teresa is still a little parrot. Everything Clare says, she repeats. She is getting smarter though. She has realized some things she cannot repeat verbatum, like when Clare tells me that she walked into the table and hurt her arm. Teresa starts to tell me the same story, but stops and comes up with some other situation like she can't find her juice. But the tone, the expressions, are all the same. Sometimes very cute, sometimes not. Okay, always very cute.

Summer is flying by, like usual. We had a babysitting job for a couple of weeks, that did not go well. We are done with that, so things are a little more relaxed. I have been busy trying to plan for next year's schooling, which means revisiting favorite books on education and finding new ones. I always tend to get myself too stressed out and end up coming back to what works for us: some math, some science, and lots and lots of living books about everything. The only big change this year will (hopefully) be a focus on Latin.

Lots of other stories to tell, but I am trying to build the habit of "early to bed, early to rise". If I don't get the early to bed part right, there is no way I can get the early to rise part!

More later…. but a picture for now:189