An Easter People

When the Bishop repeated that there were 50 days of Easter during Easter Vigil, we took heart and took the message to heart. At the time, we weren’t sure what our Easter celebration would entail as Philip had dragged himself to the Vigil and Max seemed to be...

Accented

Sometime during Holy Week, Lucy began replacing “my” with “me.” It resulted in her sounding like a saucy sailor or irate Irishman. “Where’s me boots?!” she’d yell. Or, “Where’s me bottle?!” she would...

Lumpy

We play fast and loose around here with our names. There are no hard rules about the hows and whys of titles. Max is Max except when his sisters lovingly call him Maxi or we call him Maximilian (it doesn’t have to be just when he’s in trouble. We just like...

We’ve Only Just Begun

It has begun. With 5 – FIVE! – sisters it was bound to happen sooner or later. However, I was really hoping for the later option. The girls are fighting over clothes. Accusations are tossed, yelling has occurred and there have been tears- actual tears...

Thirteen

Dear Max, Today you turn thirteen. Thirteen! Because you’re the eldest, I’m pretty sure every birthday you have and will celebrate will hit me as a rather shocking reality. How can you be that old? How can I┬ábe that old?! You’ve had it drilled into...