Dear DirtBike –  Good work on the reading.  I’m so proud of you.

Dear Architect –  A cardboard canoe?  Who knew such a thing is possible? I can’t WAIT for the regatta, to see you paddle this thing on water!

Dear Family and Friends –  Thank you for the loving support and prayers as we navigate through this time of upheaval.  We are blessed beyond measure and trust in the Lord’s Providence!

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.

::faithful

Praying for

• Miss Dana  and Darryl – as they each approach these final weeks of prayer in preparation for coming into full communion with the Catholic Church at Easter!
• Michelle – bravely battling the cancer.

• a beautiful weekend
• a son who is [finally] growing up
• a wonderful, talented husband who fixed the fridge door!  and the chandelier! and as a bonus, cleaned the garage!!

::healthy

I put the knobby tires back on Princess Grace this past week (actually, The Architect put them on for me) and the winter rains are fading, so it’s time to start riding on dirt again!  Pavement is fun because you can go fast, but I can’t wait to get out there and dodge a few trees!

::creative

I tried my hand at covering a clipboard with fancy paper and mod podge. LOL – it was a total, bubbled, sticky disaster.  I need to consult with Cherry Ames (The Self Proclaimed Queen of All Things Mod Podge) for instructions for my redo.

I finished the mitts and a baby blanket that were on the knitting needles, and have started a summer sweater for myself. I’ve set a goal of finishing it before summer is over. 

::delicious

• Pulled Pork Sandwiches
• Spicy Grilled Chicken, Broccoli Slaw
• Pulled Pork Sandwich Repeat (you know, because I cooked and shreaded a four pound roast!)
• Pasta with Eggplant and Zucchini, Spinach Salad
• Turkey Sandwiches, Carrot and Celery Sticks
• Blackend Fish with Green Rice
• Beef Stew, Fresh Bread

::fun

Spring Break – the kids enjoyed the rest, the girls were both home for a few days, Mr. Pea took some time off work and went biking with the boys.

::looking ahead

Passion Play practice for DirtBike this week, The Architect’s political campaign for a seat on the Student Council, another cold front, planning new landscaping for the front yard!

Linking up at Suscipio – come join us!

Dear Blog –  Sweet Mercy I’ve missed you!  I’ve been busy with the living breathing people in my life.  Things are relatively calm[er] now, so DOUBLE YEAH!!  It’s  Friday and I have a few minutes to write a post!!

Dear DirtBike –  Happy Dance! Happy Dance!  You DID it!!  You passed the entrance exam and got into THE High School!!  Don’t get too cocky, now.  You still have to finish the 8th grade. And work with Mrs. R. on developing your comprehension and reading skills over the summer. And clean your room.

Dear Architect –  Oh. My. Gosh.  It was SO FUN to chaperone the trip to Lubbock!!  Yes, I spent most of my time fetching food for that herd of starving teens, finding bandaids, feeding Mr. D’s Starbucks habit, and washing shirts, but who cares?  I was just amazed the entire weekend at how brilliant you kids are.  You built A ROBOT!! And it works!

Robo Vikes Rule!!

Dear Daughters – It was absolutely, positively fantastic to see you both this week!  I’ve missed you so much, my Darling Girls.

Dear Mr. Pea – Date night was fun.  We really should go out more often without the offspring.

Dear Boys (You too, BigB) – WHY was that so funny?  All I did was walk down the driveway to tell BigB his Mom said to come home for dinner.  All three of you just stood there by the mailbox, looking mischievous and laughing like crazy. I’m looking at you,  walking down the driveway, and then you were practically rolling on the ground – what the heck? DirtBike yells, “Wait! Don’t Move!”. Huh? I looked down, and I’m about to step on a dead armadillo. “It’s What’s for Dinner!”, says The Architect, and the three of you set off on a fresh round of hilarity, laughing so hard you’re gasping for breath. Seriously? What is so funny about a dead armadillo? Not much, really. But your Mom stepping on a dead armadillo? Hysterical, if you’re a teenage boy. I can only be grateful that it had been dead for a long, long time, and there wasn’t much left past the bleached out armor shell.

You may now remove it from the front porch, where it’s sitting up like a begging dog in the flowerpot.

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.