He Hangs the Moon

A few months ago, Mary Beth read Karoline a story about the moon.Karoline, who is two, was enchanted. Not long after the covers of the book closed, she declared, “I want the moon.” She was very matter of fact and saw absolutely nothing exceptional about this desire to possess the moon.

Every night, on his way home, my husband calls to see if we need anything. He’ll stop at the store and pick up a loaf of bread or a gallon of milk or … the moon? Karoline answered the phone when he called that evening.Read the rest here.

Happy Birthday Karoline Rose!

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The birthday girl and her godmother

With a lot of help from a faraway friend, Mary Beth decorated for a Zoo Train birthday!

The Centerpiece

All our animal friends are here to celebrate!

Mary Beth baked an apple pie. Apple pie is our birthday tradition for Karoline. By the time we've celebrated three birthdays in the week of hers, we're ready for a break from cake.

Stephen is ready to party.

I think that's Katie behind the mask.

Nicky is an elephant.

That monkey has such lovely curls!

Happy Birthday to You!
The doll on Karoline's lap is a gift from Christian. Karoline is a big fan of Annie, the musical.  The baby's name is "Anything-but-you!"

These sisters are birthday buddies. They've had a very sweet week.

That's her third serving of...whipped cream. Same piece of pie, though.

This birthday party came to us in a big box from the Blogging Birthday Queen of the Universe.  Many, many thanks to Charlotte who truly made Karoline's day a treat.

Sunday Soccer Sister

by Mary Beth

   

Small, Sweet, Summer Treasure

Why Don't You?

I ran into an old acquaintance at a party last weekend. It had beenabout a year since I'd last seen her and I was delighted to meet her again. She's always been a warm woman, who seemed to love to play with my babies. So, I was a bit — ahem — surprised at our exchange.
"You look tired," she said.
"Ah, I am," I replied with a wink. "I'm getting  kind of old for this." I rubbed my growing belly.
"How old are you?"
"Forty-two."
"Why don't you take the pill?"
Gulp. Um. My well-rehearsed treatise on the Culture of Life and openness to God's gracious goodness completely evaded me there in the kitchen between the bar and the buffet.
"It's against my religion." That was lame, I thought,  as nothing else sprung from my mouth.
"Well, then why don't you just tell him to stay away? Tell him you'll come find him when you want him around. Tell him to leave you alone." Read the rest here...