Outside my window…it’s sunny and cold.  Finally, cold weather.  I am bundled up and dreaming about spring days.  Ha, isn’t life always greener on the other side?

I am thinking…life is fragile. 

I am thankful…for little displays of sympathy…a call from my dear sister reminding me how much she loves me; a bottle of wine to ease my aches and pains from Lori; visits from my sister-in-law that help me keep my sanity; delicious home-cooked meals from Nury.

From the learning rooms…we’re lightly traveling along the Alphabet Path, focusing more on the season of Advent with a few things “K” related thrown in.

In the kitchen…doesn’t chili sound good?  I wonder if my pantry is stocked with the right ingredients…probably not, so I imagine I’ll make tacos instead. 

I am wearing…a very silly outfit.  I started out with a denim skirt and a long sleeve brown t-shirt.  Then I wanted to go outside.  So I slipped a pair of burgundy yoga pants on under the skirt.  Then added a warm brown fuzzy sweater.  Add a black eye that is now turning a delightful greenish yellow and yep, I look as bad as I just described.

I am creating…lists upon lists.  Since I’m not up to doing much right now, the most productive thing I can do is imagine what I should be doing.

I am going…to finish my Christmas shopping soon…I hope.

I am readingMitten Strings for God by Katrina Kenison.  Yep, it’s that time again.  I read this book every year as part of my Advent journey.  It keeps me grounded in my parenting journey.

I am hoping…to blog about H, I, J and now K weeks very soon. 

I am listening…to Joseph and William as they discuss birdie balls.

I am looking forward to…feeling better.

Around the house…not too much.  I’m just trying to take it easy.

I am remembering…yesterday afternoon.  Joseph was using some clothes from his dress up box.  I asked him what he was doing and he said he was dressing up as a barber.  He put on his construction worker hat and I asked what that was for.  He said just in case any scissors went flying, he wanted to have his head protected.  He’s never been to a barber’s shop and we’ve never discussed barbers, so I can only guess that he read about them somewhere.  I asked him how he knew all about barbers and he replied, “Because I’m a grown up.”  Oh sweet little one, don’t rush.   

I am praying…the St. Andrew Christmas devotion.  It seems only right considering that we now have an Andrew in our family.  You can read more about it here, but here’s a copy of the prayer.

Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.

(It is piously believed that whoever recites the above prayer fifteen times a day from the feast of St. Andrew (30th November) until Christmas will obtain what is asked.)

+MICHAEL AUGUSTINE, Archbishop of New York
New York, February 6, 1897.

One of my favorite things…happiness.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing

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