Lost and Found

 L lost another tooth a few days ago. 

Thankfully her daddy got to pull it.  He has been wanting to pull one since she lost her first one. 

Mimi and the school nurse have gotten their chance, but not daddy. 

Momma doesn't want a chance. 

Eeeww!

Last Saturday we enjoyed a nice break in the cold and dreary weather we had been experiencing.  We worked around the house and in the yard-mowing it for the first time this year.  Afterwards the kids saddled up and went for a ride with Steven while I grilled burgers to be ready upon their return. 

If the dirty faces are any indication, I think the kids had a great day.

Last week L was getting ready for her 1st confession in preparation of her first communion on May 1st.  Earlier in the week she stated that she didn't know what she would confess to.  She didn't think she had anything to say.

However, last Saturday, a case of nervousness set in and she found herself dreading her reconciliation.  I tried to comfort her and acknowledge that it does seem a little daunting, but that there was nothing that she could say, at 7 years old, that the priest hadn't heard before.

She doubted me.

In fact, she looked at me and said, "I don't know.  After I tell him what I have done he might kick me out of church."

Needless to say.....he didn't.


She returned from the confessional with a huge smile on her face. She said, "I feel SOOO good. You should go sometime."


I think she might be right.

 It has, after all, been 16 years.

On the 3rd we also celebrated my Grandpa's 92nd birthday, which is the 4th.

Here he is with some of his grandkids and great grandkids.

He is the one, seated, in the middle.

Happy Birthday Grandpa!