For Gerhardt’s birthday we thought it would be neat to check out the Wildlife Safari. We looked it up and found out they had WOLVES! So it was a no brainer. Gerhardt + Wolves = Yes.
September 2nd, 2015 by Aubri
September 1st, 2015 by Aubri
We all have been there right? At church with a sickling, worried that it’s gonna happen. Been there several times myself. And I’ve always been so relieved when the service is over and it didn’t happen.
Well it happened Sunday and I can finally join the ranks of you on the other side of the worry. Poor Clara tossed her cookies during the sermon, in the third pew from the front. Thankfully her dress and beloved blankie caught all of it and we made a discreet exit right down the very loooong middle aisle of the sanctuary.
It was going so smoothly until I saw her sandal flapping around her dear little ankle. Since this was already going so well I just scooped her up and made a nice production of the whole thing the rest of the way out.
All that for our first official week to church on my own. Until we’re in the parsonage Sunday mornings will require me dressing the babies, loading everyone into the Econoline, buckling them in and making the drive sans Phil.
I had done it though. We got there. Clara sick and me a sweaty beast of glamorous frustration, but, I’ll say it again, we got there. And on time I’ll add.
I cleaned Clara up as best I could, sneaked back into the sanctuary during communion and gathered what other babies and bags I could so we could just leave already. By 10:45 it had already been a long day and we wearies needed some rest.
You win some, you lose some.
And sometimes you’re somewhere right in the middle of both.
August 31st, 2015 by Aubri
Our boy turned 5 on Friday!
This boy is all about wolves. A Wolf party was in order.
August 28th, 2015 by Aubri
Since August 28th (the Feast day of St. Augustine) is also Gerhardt’s brithday, I decided to combine Augustine’s commemoration with his mother Monica’s and remember them both on the 27th.
We hardly did anything for this day. I’m just getting back into the swing of keeping the church year in our home. It’s been a long while.
We simply read a bit about Augustine from our Treasury of Daily Prayer. I’m not sure most the kids heard anything over Martha and Mercy’s crying but they did make out that Augustine was from Hippo (laugh laugh laugh) and Monica from Africa (Lily all about Africa since that’s where Epypt is). That’s good right? Then Phil and I had a couple beers after the babes were put to bed. Fitting I thought since St. Augustine is the patron saint of brewers.
If I’d given myself more time I might have made Tears of St. Monica shaped sugar cookies for snack time but the day got away from me and I thought I could come up with something better. Lesson: Perfect is the enemy of good. Or something like that.
May our restless hearts learn to rest in Christ.
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” Matt. 11:28-29