15 Ticks of Multi-blessed Mommies

You can easily pick her out in a crowd, a mother of many children...  She:


1.  Cranes her neck around a lot, counting heads. If she's at a gathering without her children, she'll count everyone else's out of habit.

2.  Very often appears to have lost something.  Ducks under tables at the last moment before leaving restaurants -- looking for daughter's lost purses, sons lost action figures, babies lost pacifiers, etc.

3.  Repeats everything at least twice (sometimes three or four times) to make sure everyone has heard and understood.  Unfortunately, if the children aren't around, a multi-mom still does this, or has to bite her tongue to keep from doing it.

4.  Wears multi-colored prints to hide spots of spit up, stains from juice squeezed out of juice boxes, and waist-high, sticky, messy fingerprints.

5.  Carries a very large purse.  Or if she has a small one with her, you can bet she has a humongous one in the car.  May have one shoulder lower than the other from carrying this large purse.

6.  Often has one hip lower than the other from carrying toddlers around most of her adult life.

7.  Can do anything one-handed -- quickly and expertly -- from purchasing and paying for emergency animal crackers for the toddler on her hip -- to cooking, serving, and eating Thanksgiving dinner with an infant balanced on her shoulder.

8.  Navigates, with precision through the seats of restaurants, theaters, and church pews, rearranging her children (and sometimes other people's) so that no two trouble-makers are sitting together.

9.  Goes through a litany of names before hitting the right one -- and, while often (if not always) mistaking children's names, and even skipping generations (calling a daughter the name of her sister, for instance), she never jumps out of gender.  Anna is never mistakenly called Dominic; Jon is never called Theresa.  And this Mommy, at least, has never called anyone by the dogs' names.  Yet.

10.  Can occasionally be spotted batting children's prayerfully folded hands off the tops of pews during Mass, because she's just noticed that she missed checking little Hubert's fingernails before leaving home.

11.  Really does not hesitate to spit on Kleenex to clean her child's face in public -- even if it's at his college graduation.

12.  Backs out of driveways, hitting the brakes spastically, while darting furtive eyes out rear-view mirrors and swiveling to look repeatedly over her shoulder, because she fully expects that there's a bike, a, dog, a chicken, or a child behind her on the driveway somewhere -- even if she checked thoroughly before she got in the car.

13.  Buys storage containers compulsively.  There's always something that needs storing away -- for the next child, the next meal, the next season, the end of the world, whatever....

14.  Reads minds and sees out the back of her head.  QED: Knows instinctively when the children in the far back seat of the van are being sereptitiously rude and can, while keeping her eyes on the road, flick an empty baby bottle back-handed behind her over the heads of the passengers seats in-between, hitting her target, while delivering an equally well-aimed lecture on the virtue of charity.

15.  Knows who didn't come down to the computer just now to kiss her goodnight because they're up to something -- and who kissed her two times because they're stalling.  (I do know who you are, you know, kids....  Love ya' anyway.)

Monday Madness

Got Minions?

Here's one of mine.  

Saturday Morning Cartoons

Fair Warning:  Viewer Discretion is Advised
Animated Critters were harmed in the making of this cartoon.


Where is Buck the Bunny in my world, I'd like to know?

Seven

 1. Wednesday was our 25th wedding anniversary, and you know what we did?  We went for a long drive in the mountains and stopped at a nice restaurant for lunch on a rooftop balcony, then wound around to a movie theater but arrived between shows and didn't want to wait...

So we stopped at DQ (I had a Georgia Mud Fudge Blizzard, which I highly recommend) and then we drove home.  The girls had cleaned the house while we were gone, and everyone had made us cards, so hugs went all 'round.

Then, everyone (mainly the kids) watched an episode of the old Star Treks, washed up, brushed their teeth, and hit the sack.  That was it.  It was perfect.  Who could ask for anything more?  (No kidding, I could.  I loved our day out, but I'm totally looking forward to a longer vacation with Dan come summertime when we have "big kid babysitting" and more time to spend driving around, eating and talking.)

2.  Besides discussing all the children, then each child in his or her turn, then the state of the world, it's economy and our economy, and whether or not the old Dodge truck is powerful enough to pull our 5th wheeler -- we play a lot of word-type games when we go out driving together, Dan and I.  On this last excursion one of our random quizzes was to answer the question: What would make you most happy?  But, I didn't need to ask Dan, really, because I know the answer.

 What would make my husband most happy is if I loved him enough to make French Onion Soup -- and still live in the same house with him after he ate it.  And, after twenty-five years, I still say:

Sorry, Dan.  I love ya, but I don't French Onion Soup love ya.

(It's not you; it's the soup.)

3.  Did you know they had these on the 103rd floor of the Sears Tower?  If you happened to be in Chicago, and happened to be at the Sears Tower, would you go out there?

I would. But just for a minute maybe.

And only if I happened to be wearing slacks instead of a skirt that day.

(Yes, well... Ya gotta think of these things...)

4.  Here's an easy, yummy, homemade tootsie roll recipe...
Ingredients:
2 Tbs butter, softened
1/2 cups confectioner's sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
3/4 cup dry milk powder
1/2 cup white corn syrup

Directions
Mix all ingredients together and knead it as you would bread dough.  Roll into rope shapes and cut into desired lengths.  Wrap in pieces of plastic wrap.  Makes roughly 2 dozen traditional-sized pieces.

Just what we all needed, huh?  But, no worries!  Make some up Saturday because:

5.  Sunday is International No Diet Day.  Really, it is.  I plan not to diet that day.  I plan to eat tootsie rolls.

6.  We get our tv exposure from Netflix, and you just never know what you're going to scroll across on the lists when you're relaxing at the end of the day...  When the kids are in bed, and we've got our glass of wine... We wiggle our toes out of our shoes, get into our jammies and get ready to unwind and watch ...  Are you ready for this?  Ice Road Truckers in the Himalayas.  And Swamp People.  Yeah.  I know.  Tells you something about us, doesn't it?  But, seriously.  Both of those shows absolutely hypnotize me.  Why, you ask?  For one thing, they really are both spine-tinglingly spine tingling -- and they make me so very happy we live where we do:  safe from maniac Indian bus drivers and bus-sized alligators. And you've just gotta love that crazy Swamp People Cajun accent. After watching a whole season of the show, I can now actually understand what they're saying without reading the crawl at the bottom.  I could be a translator! (Though I'm not fluent to speak it yet).

 And that little slip of a girl who drove the rickety old truck through the Himalayas?  All I can say is: "Wow." And, "Are you crazy, girl?"  Same comments I've heard countless times through the years -- but Lisa Kelly's job makes mothering ten kids look easy...  Granted, Miss Kelly would probably rather drive a rickety truck over the Himalayas than raise ten kids, but, if you think about it, our jobs have some striking parallels.  Seriously.  For both of us it's all about staying on the road, delivering our cargos to the proper destination, and not killing anybody.


7.  A note to my husband on the off-chance that he'll see it here and notice that it's addressed to him:  I love you, Dan.  Remember how you promised to clean the refrigerator as a favor to me...   two weeks ago?  Well, just so you know... I'm not nagging or anything, and I so totally understand all the things that have distracted you -- as I've certainly welcomed my own distractions from cleaning the fridge, too --  but I just thought you'd appreciate a heads up:  Mother's Day is May 13th.  That's a Sunday, you know.  I can arrange to be out of the house on Saturday, the 12th...  Just sayin'.




Run over to Jen's at Conversion Diary for oodles and skads of Quick Takes posts.

Roodmass

Finding and Recognition of the True Cross

by Piero della Francesca 

Today' feast day was known as Roodmas in medievel times.  This comes from the Old English word "rood" or "rod" for cross, and "mas" for Mass. Today we generally call it Holy Cross Day.  This feast originated to commemorate the dedication of the Basilica of the Resurrection -- that church having been built by St. Helena (Constantine the Great's mother), in Jerusalem in A.D. 355.  The true Cross was actually found by St. Helena after the basilica was built, but the celebration of both events were joined, falling on May 3rd.

Here's the whole story of the finding of the True Cross from the Catholic Encyclopedia:

In the year 326 the mother of Constantine, Helena, then about 80 years old, having journeyed to Jerusalem, undertook to rid the Holy Sepulchre of the mound of earth heaped upon and around it, and to destroy the pagan buildings that profaned its site. Some revelations which she had received gave her confidence that she would discover the Saviour's Tomb and His Cross. The work was carried on diligently, with the co-operation of St. Macarius, bishop of the city.

The Jews had hidden the Cross in a ditch or well, and covered it over with stones, so that the faithful might not come and venerate it. Only a chosen few among the Jews knew the exact spot where it had been hidden, and one of them, named Judas, touched by Divine inspiration, pointed it out to the excavators, for which act he was highly praised by St. Helena. Judas afterwards became a Christian saint, and is honoured under the name of Cyriacus.

During the excavation three crosses were found, but because the titulus was detached from the Cross of Christ, there was no means of identifying it. Following an inspiration from on high, Macarius caused the three crosses to be carried, one after the other, to the bedside of a worthy woman who was at the point of death. The touch of the other two was of no avail; but on touching that upon which Christ had died the woman got suddenly well again.

From a letter of St. Paulinus to Severus inserted in the Breviary of Paris it would appear that St. Helena herself had sought by means of a miracle to discover which was the True Cross and that she caused a man already dead and buried to be carried to the spot, whereupon, by contact with the third cross, he came to life. From yet another tradition, related by St. Ambrose, it would seem that the titulus, or inscription, had remained fastened to the Cross.

After the happy discovery, St. Helena and Constantine erected a magnificent basilica over the Holy Sepulchre, and that is the reason why the church bore the name of St. Constantinus. The precise spot of the finding was covered by the atrium of the basilica, and there the Cross was set up in an oratory, as appears in the restoration executed by de Vogüé. When this noble basilica had been destroyed by the infidels, Arculfus, in the seventh century, enumerated four buildings upon the Holy Places around Golgotha, and one of them was the "Church of the Invention" or "of the Finding". This church was attributed by him and by topographers of later times to Constantine. The Frankish monks of Mount Olivet, writing to Leo III, style it St. Constantinus. Perhaps the oratory built by Constantine suffered less at the hands of the Persians than the other buildings, and so could still retain the name and style of Martyrium Constantinianum. (See De Rossi, Bull. d' arch. crist., 1865, 88.)

A portion of the True Cross remained at Jerusalem enclosed in a silver reliquary; the remainder, with the nails, must have been sent to Constantine, and it must have been this second portion that he caused to be enclosed in the statue of himself which was set on a porphyry column in the Forum at Constantinople; Socrates, the historian, relates that this statue was to make the city impregnable. One of the nails was fastened to the emperor's helmet, and one to his horse's bridle, bringing to pass, according to many of the Fathers, what had been written by Zacharias the Prophet: "In that day that which is upon the bridle of the horse shall be holy to the Lord" (Zechariah 14:20). Another of the nails was used later in the Iron Crown of Lombardy preserved in the treasury of the cathedral of Monza.

In recent times relics of the True Cross have been studied and found to be made of some species of pine. The wood on which the inscription "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews" (known as the "titulus crucis")  has been scientifically dated to the 1st c. and has been found to have been made of olive wood.  The script is still legible  We know from scripture that titulus was written in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew (Matthew 27:37, Mark 15:26, Luke 23:38 and John 19:19) -- though the Hebrew is missing due to the second half having been lost in the 6th century. It is from the Latin inscription -- "Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudeorum" that we get the abbreviation "I.N.R.I." that is found on many Crucifixes. 

The titulus crucis, along with other relics of the True Cross can be seen in Rome's Basilica di Santa Croce in Jerusalem.

Here is the official site for the Basilica of the Holy Cross in Jerusalem.

Prayer Before A Crucifix  


 Behold, O good and most sweet Jesus, I fall upon my knees before Thee, and with most fervent desire of my soul, I beg and beseech Thee that Thou wouldst impress upon my heart a lively sense of faith, hope and charity, with true repentance for my sins, and a firm resolve to make amends. And with deep affection and grief, I reflect upon Thy five wounds, having before my eyes that which Thy prophet David spoke about Thee, o good Jesus: "They have pierced my hands and feet, they have counted all my bones." Amen.


En ego, O bone et dulcissime Iesu


 En ego, o bone et dulcissime Iesu En ego, O bone et dulcissime Iesu, ante conspectum tuum genibus me provolvo, ac maximo animi ardore te oro atque obtestor, ut meum in cor vividos fidei, spei et caritatis sensus, atque veram peccatorum meorum poenitentiam, eaque emendandi firmissimam voluntatem velis imprimere; dum magno animi affectu et dolore tua quinque vulnera mecum ipse considero ac mente contemplor, illud prae oculis habens, quod iam in ore ponebat tuo David propheta de te, o bone Iesu: Foderunt manus meas et pedes meos: dinumeraverunt omnia ossa mea. Amen. 


Note: This prayer is a partially indulgenced prayer. However, if one recites it before an image of Christ crucified, and under the usual conditions, on any of the Fridays in Lent (including Passiontide), one may receive a plenary indulgence.

Mehwage -- Mehwage is What Bwings Us Togetha Today.*

Tomorrow Dan and I will have been married twenty-five years.We look like Kindergartners in the above picture, but when it was taken we'd been married about a year and half, already had our first child (note the white bundle in my hand; it's a diaper) and Dan was graduating with a hard-won and well-earned Masters degree from the University of Denver.

Little did he know his education was only just beginning...

Mine, too.

Here are a few things we've learned:

- Sometimes it really is OK to let the sun go down on your anger -- Eight hours can be just the right space of time to cool down and see things more clearly.

- True wealth is not a number on a ledger or a spread of land.  Spiritual welfare, physical health and a loving family.  THESE represent true wealth.

- In the big picture, dirty laundry left in the bathroom is really not much to complain about.

- It's absolutely key to be on the same page with one another about the children, but the kids shouldn't be the only thing a Momma and Daddy ever talk about.

- Raising children with great rigor does not necessarily produce rigorous adults, but raising children with great love usually produces loving adults.

- A good fight, properly done, can be quite cleansing

- Turn off the television and look into each others' eyes instead.  All truth, all love are there in your spouse's perfect eyes.

- The gives and takes in marriage don't usually happen concurrently or balance out immediately; sometimes it takes years for your "gives" to be equaled by your spouse.  But, if you're keeping score, you're missing the point.

- Flowers should never be looked at as a peace offering, they're an investment in a husband's future.  Invest when times are good.

- God is in the details; a fancy expensive vacation or a diamond doesn't do nearly as much for a marriage as common, daily courtesies and signs of affection.

- The natural inclination of the human heart is toward apathy.  Keeping a relationship alive for 25 years take hard work and a commitment of the will.

- In the same way that rivers and hills and cliffs, and even just the curve of the earth can force a curve, a bridge, or a "jog" in the road, a marriage must necessarily go through "corrections" or readjustments, as the seasons of life change, as careers alter, children become adults, or the people in the marriage grow and change.  This correction can be bumpy and uncomfortable sometimes, but it's normal and good in the long run.

- Tomorrow is another chance to correct today's mistakes, but today presents an opportunity to get it right.

- Marriage is always hard work, from the first day until the last.  If you don't think so, you're probably not holding up your end.

- Back rubs.  After twenty years or so of marriage, it's really all about back rubs.

- Children are a part of us.  A spouse is exactly half of who we are.

- In the first years of marriage, love is like a red, red rose.  As love matures, it's more like ornamental kale:  less like a sonnet, more like a super food.

- The way to a man's heart really is through his stomach.  But not how you think.  A well fed, healthily nourished man, is a happy man.  A happy man is a loving man. (Or at least he's not going around grumbling with indigestion.)

- Yes, ma'am.

- Christ is one of the legs of the three-legged stool of marriage. 

- Live every day as your last.  There's somebody out there who is living their last day today and doesn't know it.

- There's always something new to learn about or with your spouse -- even when you've been together more than half your life.

- My mother's words of wisdom on the eve of our wedding:  Always remember this look in his eyes for you today.  It's your job to keep that look.  Never take it for granted.

- The minute you realize you're not having fun together, do something wildly unexpected and silly to liven things up.

- As parents, what we lack in youth and vitality--  as we get older, we make up for with old age, treachery and a degree of wisdom. 

- Die with your boots on.  Never give up the highest ideals of marriage you felt on your wedding day.  Your life together can be just as romantic, just as much fun, just as full of goose bumps after twenty-five years.

 We'll be heading out for a day on the town tomorrow.  We don't have a clue which town or what we're doing, but, we'll be together, so it'll be fun.

Our heartfelt thanks and prayers to all our loved ones, for all the support from our parents, pastors, friends, and -- yes -- you, too, kids!  We'd never have made it this far without you.  And definitely wouldn't have been as much fun!

But, our greatest thanks go to Our Lord Jesus, His Mother, and St. Joseph, along with all our other special heavenly friends (you know who you are) for all the help, love and patience through the years.  We're totally counting on you all to stick with us for twenty-five years more!

 *Did the quote in the title sound familiar or do you just think I'm nuts?   It may be possible that I'm nuts -- but just so you know:  It's a favorite quote from Princess Bride.
*  Dan and I conspired to write these "lessons learned," each doing about half.  I bet you kids can figure out who wrote which one, can't you?  (Or at least a few of them.)
* Oh, and by the way:  I love you, Dan.

Gratuitous Pix of Our Grandson

And a poem...

What are heavy?

Sea, Sand, and Sorrow;

What are brief?

Today and tomorrow;

What are frail?

Spring blossoms and youth;

What are deep?

The ocean and truth.

* Poem by Christina Rosetti

"Mommom" (that's me) and "Dandad" (Dan, of course) and all the aunts and uncle are enjoying every minute we can with Grandbaby, Gavin!  He was here with his Momma (beautiful Nicole) in Colorado for about a month right around Easter and then I got to go back and visit with the  two of them a little more in California last week, while helping with the drive back home.  

Taken before Paul deployed.

And, not like it's anything new to us around here of course, but it is always amazing and wonderful witnessing the blooming of a new little personality. Just between the time he first came to visit and when I had to leave and come home to Colorado, Gavin grew and changed so much!  He learned all about the best ways to make his young Uncles (Uncle Gabe, and Uncle Bill*) laugh, and how to get anything he wanted out of his aunts; he found out about Easter eggs, and sticking suction cup Nerf bullets on glass doors...  And he learned how  to say "Hiyee, Daddy!"  When Paul skyped from Afghanistan last week, Gavin spoke up and greeted his Daddy right on cue. Wish I'd been there to see Paul's face! Life is sweet.  Babyhood is the sweetest. And, oh, so short.  

 Praying Paul's deployment is cut short, so he can come home and enjoy his little family as soon as possible!

* William does not really like being called "Uncle Bill" -- but has conceded that it will be easier for Gavin to learn how to say "Uncle Bill" than "Uncle William."  So it has been permitted.  Still -- make no mistake about it -- only Gavin is allowed to call him by the shortened version of his moniker.  The rest of the world must call the youngest Davis --William, and nothing but William.  Not Bill.  Not Billy.  Not Will.  Not Willy.  William. 

 Uncle Bill has spoken.

  

(Heehee!  Just kidding, Yuyum!)

Big Sisters

(Cathy, 11; Anna, 9)

Not always crab grass in the lawn of life.

From the FB Forwards Folder

Love Stories

I love a good love story.

But, I don't enjoy it if it has:  premarital shenanigans, adultery, divorce, same-sex marriage, broken families, murder, bad language, a key character dying in the end, or vampires.

Which means I love a good number of movies made before 1965, and about, maybe... uh, nine (?) made in the last fifty years.  Even old reliable Hallmark movies have lost their innocence. But there are still a few good wholesome movies out there. Probably the most truly realistic and lovely one in recent years is the story (as mentioned above) in Up, but then there's: Tangled (I just love that movie!);  Ever After; Ella Enchanted; the Love Comes Softly series; Emma; Sense and Sensibility; Princess Bride;  Somewhere in Time... and I'm sure there are a few more, but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head -- that I can recommend without caveats.

Isn't that pitiful?

I don't know if the movies pattern themselves after society, or society patterns itself after the movies.  It's probably a little of both, I guess.  But, regardless -- I find it disturbing the pictures that we're seeing out there in either one.  Viewed from someone a hundred years ago, our movies and television paint a canvas, really quite dark, morbid, technologically obsessed and -- well -- amoral, at best... But, what I think our great grandparents might also find arresting is the terrible low to which our personal relationships have sunk.  What our society expects from life and love in 2012 is disturbing. And the culture-media/ media-culture blender is whirling us down to no good end.

Seriously.  It's pitiful.

I don't want my children to pattern their love lives after most of what passes for romance in movies and television today.  I don't want them to think it's love -- real love -- only if there's d-r-a-m-a.  Or explosions and fireworks and hoop-de-doo.  Or sleeping together.  Or vampires.  I want them to know that their courtship and marriages won't necessarily be smooth and perfect all the time -- which actually is a theme in almost every romantic story, from Twilight to Tangled (because there's no story without conflict, after all), but that they don't have to be sordid, either.  Or maudlin.  I want my children to watch Ever After and see that a life together should be founded on mutual respect; I want them to watch Sense and Sensibility and realize how important it is for them to use their heads, not their hormones when they choose a mate;  I want them to watch Princess Bride and Somewhere in Time and understand that the love of their lives must be eternal, because marriage is for a lifetime -- and then some.

Because the fact is that eternal love exists even without a vampire lover doomed to an eternity of angst.  The best examples of the real thing are not written for the big screen. And they are better than in the movies.

Simple Woman Monday

FOR TODAY

Outside my window... it's a little overcast, but warm. It was 80 degrees here yesterday and is supposed to be in the 80s today.   Gabe and William are dressed and outside waiting for me to take them to school.  They're both wearing winter coats.

I am thinking... they're not going to want those coats come recess time later.  And I bet William forgets his at school.

I am thankful... that all my children are safe and sound right now.  Especially spiritually.  I pray with all my heart that this will always be true.

In the kitchen...  there is nothing going on, really.  Dieting puts a serious dent in my cooking ambition.  And I try to dissuade the girls from tempting me with their baking...  But, I'm toying with trying the Mediterranean Diet, as the summer heightens and more fresh, organic vegges are available.  Then, things should get interesting again...

I am wearing... a straight denim skirt, white button-down blouse, and a green cardigan.

I am creating... a nook in my bedroom behind the bathroom door where I can more conveniently primp in the morning.  Our master bathroom is the size of a telephone booth (I'm not kidding...) and the lighting is terrible.  So I'm working on a fix. This is what I've got so far:  two narrow shelves on pretty brackets, already loaded with natural wicker baskets for my makeup and doodads, and a small florescent light.  Now I just need a mirror that will fit below the light and something inspired to make the whole set-up look prettier...  You know what they say about blooming where your planted? Sometimes that requires power tools and paint brushes.  (I'll take a picture when I finish...)

I am going... with my friend, (82 year old) June, to get pedicures on Wednesday.  My toenails are still kelly green with shamrock-y designs on the big Piggies, this theme left over -- you guessed it -- from all the way back in March!  Time for spring toes!

I am wondering... if I can find a color that will gross June out more than the green toenail polish did. (She said my toes looked "gruesome." I called them "Pinch Insurance.")

I am reading...  The Interior Castle, by St. Teresa of Avila; and just starting to work through the New Testament again (trying to get the whole thing through without months of intervals...)  Also, hunting out the next Elizabeth Peters Amelia Peabody adventure to enjoy for light summer reading!  (Don't those words sound just delicious together? Light Summer Reading....)

A favorite quote for today...   “The mere brute pleasure of reading --the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing.” G.K.Chesterton

I am hoping... to have plenty of unstructured time this summer to just play with the children -- and read lots of fluffy, rootbeer-float-type books (No offence against GKC, but for me the pleasure is more sweet than grassy).

I am looking forward to... The first of June, when Dan and I get to go on a long, kidless, responsibility-free  25th Anniversary vacation together!

I am learning... how to obey my body when it says "REST, DAMMIT!"  (Oh. Did I say that out loud?)

Around the house... I give up on my kitchen floor. It's hopeless.

I am pondering... whether the children would notice if I really did give up on the kitchen floor.

One of my favorite things... Clean kitchen floors and children who exclaim in admiration and gratitude at them. (And then refrain from spilling things on them.)

A few plans for the rest of the week: =sigh= Yeah, the kitchen floor.  Deep cleaned.  And probably it's time for the refrigerators.  Plus getting ready for a garage sale this weekend. And cutting the little boys' hair. Plus working on wrapping up everyone's school years (homeschooled and otherwise).  And beginning a novena to St. Joseph today so that it will end on the feast of St. Joseph the Worker, May 1st.  

A peek into my day...  yesterday -- playing tag at the park in Ouray:

Who's it?

Theresa ("Seesa")

Catherine ("Captain")

Anna ("Anner")

Gabriel ("Gabey")

William: Take 1

William: Take 2

William: Take 3

William

The Linky for SWD for the months of March and April can be found here.