whitehills

so sunday was like any other sunday; managed to get up early to get the kids to mass at the nursing home, where gary is the eucharistic minister. the kids love showing off in front of the "great grandmas". but we have to stop at the church first to get the brown 1970's pleather suitcase full off candles, crucifix, and other altar necessities. then gary hands me this small round golden container and says, "you got Him?" suddenly my world seems to get quiet. how can i hold Him? i'm so unworthy. i just swore the other day. i get jealous easily. now i'm cradling the King. Jesus...hi. this is the car. these are the kids. gary laughs when i tell him this. the first time he rode with Jesus, he wondered if he should arrange the seatbelt around him.

elijah is growing into... a big baby. i think just being behind luci allows him to embrace the role as baby of the family. even around other boys his age +/- 6 weeks he walks and talks differently. but i think he's holding out on us. occasionally he'll pipe up with a 4 word sentence, "dada, wh' arre yoooou?" or "up above the world (so high)..." but he still doesn't call me mommy!
lijah say daddy -- "da-dee"
lijah say luci -- "u-cee-yah"
lijah say mommy -- "buh bye"
what?! ok, say tommy (thomas train) -- "toh-mee"
now say mommy -- "buh bye"

luci's big thing is scooby doo, the 1970s reruns. i never thought, way back when i was a pudgy 3rd grader wearing gibby's hand-me-downs, that i'd have a lovely daughter some day, watching the same episodes. it's sorta funny that our family's definition of a "scaaaary movie" is scooby doo "run and hyde."

gotta run.