This weekend was a busy one and as I look back over the happenings, I couldn’t help but notice a theme of things starting with the letter “P.” Philip would be so proud if he knew (it is his letter, you know)! So, in review:
Friday: Pies

Tess savoring the whipped cream
It’s that time of the month again – Pie of the Month day. And this month meant 2 pies. TWO!! One of the ladies at the Blood Bank wanted in on the club action and has requested a membership. I gladly obliged and this month’s Banana Cream Pie with Praline Pecan Crust was her daughter’s birthday cake.
Saturday: Parade, Planes & Parties
Saturday morning was an early one (Philip was excited to see Mama Syd and was up at first light.) which meant that we could make it to the St. Patrick’s Day parade. It’s one of my top 5 ways to start a day. And this time, no one cried, not even me.
Mama Syd arrived by plane in the middle of the morning. If it wasn’t Lent, I would’ve sung an Alleluia chorus when I saw her. We’re sooooo glad she’s here! Max was not with us because he was at a Pirate birthday party.

Max's card for the Birthday Boy - he wrote/spelled it all by himself (except for friend and my).
There was too much excitement in the house what with Mama Syd here and all to get much napping in, but we headed to Mass anyway to celebrate Josie’s first communion and party it up with the Hanson’s.

Kids are quick at the present opening. I am slow at picture taking.
Sunday: Pancakes, Pregnancy & more Partying
We were up early again thanks to Philip and enjoyed a leisurely pancake breakfast made by Mama Syd. Then it was on to prepping for Lacy’s baby shower.

Lord have mercy
It’s great being pregnant with a friend. We’re only 5 days apart for due dates – we’ll see who ends up with the older kiddo! Mom insisted on this profile shot and I think it’s pretty evident how much we loved the idea. It was a lovely shower and I spent the afternoon in the sun by an open window – it really was a slice of heaven in this sun starved slice of the world!
And lest I forget: Potty Trained
You heard it here, folks, Tess is potty trained. Does it seem foolish to brag about such a thing? It seems like I’m tempting fate by such a proclamation . . . at any rate, she’s been on top of the whole situation and avoiding accidents. I’ll claim it as a success. And the baby isn’t here so – Lent or not – Alleluia!!!