Words to live by
If it is to be, it is up to me.
Jack was one of the petitioners at today's all school Mass.
For those whose lives are closely linked with ours, that we may serve Christ in them, and love one another as Christ loves us, we pray to the Lord...
Jack made his First Reconciliation last week.

The school he attends is populated by children from two different parishes. These kids do not make their Reconciliation or Communion through the school. They do it through their parish. There are 10 kids total in our parish who made their Reconciliation last week. Five of these students are from Jack's school and unfortunately he is the only boy in the whole bunch. Of course the school parents wanted all the classmates together in a picture. When Jack saw we were funneling him up to a group of girls at the altar he stopped dead in his tracks and refused to be moved. (This boy does much better when he has advance notice so I told him he could skip the picture that night but that he would HAVE to get a picture with his classmates when they made their First Communion.) As I was talking to him I heard a bit of whispering and then these young ladies announced "If you won't come over here Jack then we are coming to you." Without any parental nudging, these ladies just decided they would move the location of the photo shoot right over to Jack. So I say, "Thank you, ladies!"

After the humiliation of beign photographed with ladies he tromped right up to the altar for his solo shot.
Father with all the kids - see the lone boy trying to kinda, sorta hide back there by Father?
And some of my favorite homework.
The look he gave me after I said "Yes, you do have to eat your chicken."
While I wasn't looking he left the table and returned wearing his penguin towel. As if wearing a penquin towel is going to keep him from having to eat his dinner? I said "You can dress like any animal you want but you still have to eat your chicken." And the good Mother I am? I took pictures and tried not to laugh as he went down.
And laid there.
At the Coterie we are deep into performances of Shrek. The company was fortunate enough to meet David Lindsay-Abaire on opening day. This is the gentleman who wrote the book and lyrics for Shrek. (Some days my job is really cool.)
Here is the cast and much of the design team posing for posterity!
John and I took the boys with us to the polls before school the morning of Nov 6. Wyatt went to the voting station with John and Jack went with me. We talked about how important it is to participate in your government by voting and we placed our votes. I'm not sure why little Wy is so cross here. He was excited about going in to vote with us.
Uh - am I not the cutest voter you ever did see?