Friday, October 21, 2016

7 Quick Takes in which I wrote and erased all the political thoughts...

I'm linking up with Kelly at This Ain't The Lyceum   to give you this week's quick takes.  Are you ready?
Joseph has been struggling a bit since school started.  He has a hard time listening in class.  He was getting a dreaded,"point off on the dojo" almost every day :(
This week, he has had only good days!
I'm so proud of him!
But, perhaps the cutest conversation was on Tuesday.
He crawled into my bed at 6:00 am and snuggled up next to me...
"Is today a school day mama?"
I told him it was...
"I prayed that Jesus would help me listen and be good"

le sigh...

You know how er'body like, "I can't wait till the election is over"
I'm like...
"This is the easy part, just wait till one of these two freaks are in office"

I'm so glad it's Friday.  It has been a WEEK.
Friday's for us, when we aren't busy, consist of pizza, a movie, the kids go to bed and then we watch Shark Tank.  I love our Friday tradition.
Tomorrow I get to hang out with my godson, and then we are headed out to St. Mary's Orchard Lake for a prayers service to commemorate St. John Paul's feast day :)  Wanna come?

Sunday is Children's Liturgy of the Word, Youth Group and then... wait for it...


I want you to know this 'take' I have written and erased six times, so I'm just not gonna write it.

But it was about partial birth abortion...

And HRC's maddness...

And the hypocrisy of the current administration criticizing Trump for his comments, while inviting Rick Ross to come hang out with them...

And Trump's scary comments about accepting the election results...

All that stuff.

So I'm just gonna say...

Hey, are you signed up to go to the  super awesome night for young married couples (10 years married or less, but there is flexibility on that). It's an evening of dinner, fellowship and comedy by the best darn comedian I know, my brother in law, 'Shawn Reynolds'.  

It's gonna be really fun, and we never get to hang out with people, but we will be there, so you should be too. 

I feel like I should probably figure out Halloween Costumes for the kids.
Here's the problem.
I want to do Starwars. Because it will be cute.
But Aaron wants to be an astronaut, and Joey wants to be a fireman, and John Paul wants to be spiderman (again) 
We have a Minnie mouse costume for Malia, I accidentally ordered it.

So, do I force them into a theme and disregard their wants, because I only have another year or two when I can do that?
Do I respect 'their' (Aaron's) want to dress up in their own costumes.?

Are you watching. "This is Us"?
I really like it.
a lot. a lot.
I hope I keep liking it. 


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Monday, October 10, 2016

No, Malia... You don't have to settle for guys who talk like that...

I know people are sick to death of everyone's opinions of politics and the cluster we have on our hands.  I know it. The majority of us feel like we are backed against the wall, forced to make the best choice between two really bad options for president.  It's enough to make us sick, it's enough to fill us with anxiety, and gosh, I can't even picture what our country is going to look like next year.

Just to get this out of the way. I think Trump is 'a lesser evil' than HRC. I really do.  But he is a bad enough choice, that he won't get my vote.

That's not what I want to write about though.

I want my daughter to know she doesn't have to settle for guys who talk in a way that is threatening, derogatory, or objectifies women to nothing more than things, for the purpose of use.

I've kind of always hung around good guys.  Partly, I am sure, because of luck.  Partly, I am sure, because I have a dad who instilled in his daughters the difference between a 'good guy' and a 'bad guy'.  Also, probably partly because of grace.    Regardless, it's kind of foreign for me to be around the type of guys who would say the vile things Trump and Billy Bush said 11 years ago.

10 years ago, I had an experience I will never forget.  I went to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch a Michigan game with some friends, and some men who were friends of friends.  As we sat there, these guys were disgusting.  They were commenting on the appearance of the waitress, the tightness of some girl's t-shirts, who was ugly/and who was 'hot'.  It was super gross. I left early, and I haven't been around those people, or really even the friend who brought them along, socially since.  I remember leaving and thinking to myself, 'oh, these are the kind of guys we are warned about'.

But I don't know those type of guys.

I know the guys who speak respectfully, for the most part, around women. I know the type of guys who open doors, pump gas, and respect the value women bring to the table.  The type of guys who challenge me intellectually, morally and spiritually. I know those type of guys. They are my brothers, they are my friends, they are the people I regularly associate with.

I married the type of guy who said, "I made you a promise I would ensure we waited until our wedding night to have sex, and I intend to keep that promise"

I married the type of guy who makes me feel beautiful, even after four kids and all the changes my body has gone through in the last six years.

I married the type of guy who understand fidelity to marriage doesn't just happen, it takes work and a conscience effort... an effort he is willing to put in.

I guess, I just want my daughter Malia to fully understand she doesn't have to settle for anything less than the good type of guy.  It's not normal to talk about a woman as objects meant for use.  It's not excusable to degrade women as objects just because other people have in the past.  And, though we always offer forgiveness, it's okay to judge the actions of person as dangerous enough that we shouldn't be around them.

I give a talk to high school teenage girls in the area.  The talk is meant to highlight the dignity we have as women and what that demands from us in terms of our treatment of self, and our treatment of others.  The final point in the talk is not to settle for less than we deserve.  We don't settle for less than we deserve because we have God who became man to show us His unending love for us.  That man, Jesus, told us to call God, Abba, or daddy.  Scripture tells us God is also referred to as King of Kings.

My daddy is a KING.  When your daddy is a KING you don't have to settle for anything less than the fullness of dignity owed to you by your very creation.

So I hope my Malia Paul always remembers, her heavenly daddy is a KING. That King wants her to be loved, cherished, respected and honored.   

I hope my Malia paul always remembers she does not EVER have to settle for less than that.

I pray Malia always understands there are many, many men who don't treat women poorly, and those are the men she should invest in.

And she never, ever has to settle for guys who 'talk like that'.

Friday, October 7, 2016


I'm linking up with Kelly at This Ain't The Lyceum   to give you this week's quick takes.  Are you ready?
I'm just gonna say it. I am not all about these 75-80 degree days. 
I'm just not
It's October 7th. and I love Fall. 
I don't want to go from Summer to Winter without my favorite season.
BRING ON THE low 60s

So, on Tuesday I was able to go talk to some Juniors at a local Catholic All Girl's School.
It went really awesome.
BOLD MINISTRIES is going really well, we are really busy and I think the Holy Spirit is blessing the Ministry we feel called to.
That said, as per always, it is super hard with crew to make it all work.
So, after this awesome talk on Tuesday, I told Jesus...

"Jesus, I love the ministry I am doing, I want to continue to do it and I think your blessing is upon that... but the logistics are really, really hard, so you're gonna have to figure out that piece"

After a shout out on facebook, I got SEVERAL solid leads of babysitters who can help me, which is definitely the most challenging part.  
To me, it was a confirmation.

Father Mario Amore (to know him is to love him) and I are working on an Advent Evening of Reflection. 
It would be 1.5-2 hours depending on the needs of the parish.  
Good for Women's groups
Or men's groups
Or catechists groups
Or young adult groups
Or youth groups
Or Parish Missions

Anyway, we don't have the flier for it yet.  But we are open to putting some dates on the calendar for December.  The theme will be Joy in a seemingly dark world... with the Baby Jesus as our witness.  The call to sometimes sit with the darkness, but be aware of the reality of Joy.  
hmu (does that mean 'hit me up'?) if you think your parish/group could use this presentation.

Every morning we haven't been busy this week, we've gone to the gym.
Don't get excited, I'm still eating terribly...
This morning, I made the call to just stay in pajamas for an extra hour.
I'm not bummed about that decision.

Aaron and I are going to be doing some fun ministry things together in the upcoming months. I am so pumped. Our marriage is the furthest thing from perfect, but we do try, and I think we sometimes do a good job.  Or, at the very least, we do a good job articulating the joy/struggle/ridiculousness of marriage.

We are emceeing and then presenting at an engaged persons retreat at Our Lady of Sorrows, in Farmington Hills.
We will be presenting on sex (!!!) and finances (!!!).
Those are two separate presentations.

Then, we will be emceeing a super awesome night for young married couples (10 years married or less, but there is flexibility on that). It's an evening of dinner, fellowship and comedy by the best darn comedian I know, my brother in law, 'Shawn Reynolds'.  

He has done a few different things for our diocese and he is always an incredible hit.  If you are around November 5th, and youngly married (or engaged), you need to attend this event.   

Ugh. you guys.
The husband just sent me a message reading
"Did you miss the memo on fun clothes today?"
It was a dress down day at the kid's school if you sold the proper amount of raffle tickets 
(which of course, I can't imagine people actually SELL, but we did write a check for).

And I  forgot. 

I HATE when I forget things like that.  But I am also trying to find a place of peace with it.  Because we had four kids in five years. I don't mean this to be an excuse (or maybe I do) but things like that are likely to get forgotten a lot.  Like, I am kind of expecting 14 years per kid of forgetting things like 'dress down days'.  Things like that become exponentially more difficult with the number of kids one has, and the closeness in ages of those kids.

So I'm gonna try not to beat myself up and remember there are lots of advantages to our crazy lives.  But one disadvantage is hearing my oldest say (which he is sure to say)
"mom, why didn't you let us dress in different clothes today like all my classmates"
when I pick him up from school.

I shared this blog on my facebook but it is REALLY REALLY GOOD.
An amazing point about marriage I'm not really sure I've ever prayed with.
The fact is, as Catholics, we meet at the Altar to being our marriage.
An an Altar has a lot to do with redeemed sacrifice.


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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

My accidental devotion of St. Francis of Assisi

Today is the Memorial of St. Francis of Assisi... the great Saint.  Today, the Catholic Church takes a moment to let us know about a man who
lived a life of heroic virtue, and hey, it might behoove us to live a little bit like him in our life.

I have an accidental devotion to him.

Because, you see, if you aren't a practicing Catholic or a Catholic at all, the two things you might know about St. Francis is he played with animals and our current Pope is named after him.

And I don't really like animals, or bugs.  I certainly wouldn't let them crawl on my shoulder or anything to 'pose' for a statue (I understand that isn't how these things actually work).

The Pope development came later, I'll write about it in a second.

When I was an 18 year old kid, I somewhat accidentally ended up at Franciscan University and in the shadow of this great Saint.  At FUS, my faith was formed, my confidence grew, and I met people who would determine the outcome of the rest of my life.  At Franciscan University of Steubenville, I went on adventures most would only dream of. I climbed cliffs, I created and attended a Royal Ball in a building called the Kartausa, which was founded in the early 1300s. I took road trips to Niagara Falls overnight, and the Grand Canyon in a weekend. I traveled the world, did mission trips locally and mission trips internationally.  I took midnight drives with my best friends playing "Delilah" at the top volume, singing and sometimes crying out pain.  I went camping, went to many states, met the type of people who you only meet once in a life time, but I met them over and over again.

I did this all under the shadow of St. Francis.  St. Francis who was called to 'rebuild' the church, taking it literally, he began, to um, build a church. Until God was like, "No, our Church, I need you to rebuild our Church... I need to remind us what the Church is for...WHO the Church is for.  I need you to renounce your wealth and understand the stunning beauty that flows from serving OTHERS".

So he did.

And when we look at his life example, it challenges us to do better for our Church. It challenged a man from Argentina enough to take his name for his papacy and remind the world that it is Mercy Christ Seeks. It is a RELATIONSHIP, Christ desires.  It is a rebuilding, beginning first with our hearts so necessary today.

My mom is going on a 9 day pilgrimage next week with Father John Riccardo and Father Steve Mateja to Poland.  I was suppose to go with her, then the Lord reminded me I have four kids who are under the age of 6 and I can't leave anywhere for almost 10 days, probably for another two decades.  Anyway, she asked what my prayer intention would be and I begged her to pray my children will meet good friends. I have written about it before, but I believe the friends our children will meet, especially in 2016, will form them in a way I will never be able to. I pray all the time that my children meet good, holy and FUN friends.  The type of friends I met in the shadow of Franciscan University.

Friends like my girlfriends.  The five of us in college (Leah, Nona, Kellie, Amy and I) who had maybe a bit too much fun, but were always there to protect and love each other.

Or my girlfriend Bree, who I lived with post-college during a confusion, beautiful time.  She was Aaron and I's matchmaker.  She encouraged me to be confident and send him that text message saying. "Hey, I'm single"

Friends like my dear man friends.  Jay, the godfather of little Aaron.  Mike,  who is my ministry partner.  Eddie, who I don't see half as much as I should, or talk to barely ever, but reminded me that I was a beautiful women deserving of people in my life who would treat me as such.

Friends like Paul. Who has done more in the last two years for me interceding for my family in heaven, that I will ever be able to thank him for.  My friend Paul, who showed me what it is to be a saint as he took his last breath here on earth so unexpectedly.  My friend Paul, who I still cry out of missing on a weekly, if not daily basis, but of who I get to say ,'oh, my best friend is in heaven... and that's AWESOME'.

I know St. Francis watched us rebuild our little corner of the church through the friendships we have molded and the learning we have tried to continue to do.

I went with my Franciscan University girlfriends to visit Paul's grave last January.  It was hard, it was beautiful, we cried, we drank, we got annoyed with each other a couple times.  We drove in the car with all the windows down screaming early 2000 songs at the top of our lungs while the cold weather stung our skin.  And I was reminded of the gift St. Francis gave us.

Just this weekend, one of my dearest friends from college came through Michigan. Our family's got together.  GUYS! Our children played.  We met with my brother's family and saw the fun our children had together and the old spark of our university came though.
My Foze and I together again...

We fancy ourselves occasional bloggers

Three families... lots o' kids
I could go on and on.  The friendships I made from this school, my roommates, my radio dj partner, the people I would adventure with, the household that wasn't a household. Literally hundreds of people who have shaped me, under the watchful eye of Franciscan University and St. Francis.

My husband teases us about graduating from Franciscan.  He says he never hears about us doing anything radical like, 'Attending CLASS'.  He jokes that we all grew so much debt with a desire to go out into the world and 'hang out' (um, otherwise known as ministry).

He's wrong.

The intercession of St. Francis, a saint I have accidentally fallen in love with, has always been working overtime in my life, and has given me the type of gifts that I will never be able to repay and will only be able to pay forward.

St. Francis, Pray for us.  And pray for my children.

Saturday, October 1, 2016


About a month ago, an interracial couple was stabbed in Washington State.  They were just walking down the street, stopping to express affection when a mentally unstable racist ran at them stabbing them. When I heard the story, on the radio, I paused for a second.  What would we do?  What would we do if that was us?  My husband Aaron and I are out and about all the time. I am a person who likes to hold hands, grab the occasional kiss, stop for random hugs when I feel overwhelmed with gratefulness for my family.... what if that was us?  And I thought about blogging/making a status update/instagramming about that fear.  But then, I checked myself.

The thing is, there are jerks in the world.   And sure, we could end up being treated poorly at some point because we are two people of opposite races who happened to fall in love, got married, and had some adorable babies.  Perhaps we could run into jerks who call us names, throw things at us, threaten to harm us or our children... but the thing is, it's most likely not going to happen.  Because in real life?  Most people are awesome.

Most people smile when they see us.  I think  people of an older generation (parents age, not grandparents age) smile extra big, because they remember a time when mixed couples were rare, maybe even illegal .  We are treated kindly almost always, sometimes in an almost over the top way, especially when we are out in public. I know this happens to everyone with littles, but we are stopped, like a lot, to be told how cute our kids are, how well behaved they are, to be asked if any of them are twins (or triplets)...

Because in real life... most people are awesome.

Last year, about this time, we went to Mass at a church.  A woman treated us really poorly. Then a couple other people did too. I was mad.  I wrote a blog about how mad I was, and people commented about how mad they were that we were treated so poorly. I'm embarrassed to say, I don't think I ever followed up on that blog.  Followed up to tell you the pastor heard about the incident, and the next weekend wrote in his bulletin about what happened.  Wrote and told his parish that young families were welcome, he wrote he was embarrassed our family was treated poorly in his church.  That pastor didn't have to follow up, but he did, in a really big way.  And to be honest, a year later? I am kind of bummed I wrote the blog.  I'm bummed because even though I was upset about the experience, my personal reflection on it wasn't truthful.  I wasn't intentionally lying, it felt real at the time, but it wasn't painting the whole picture.

Because in real life... most people are awesome.

Most people when we go to church, smile at us.  Some giggle.  We see faces of older men/women who remember these days.  We see faces of other young families and share moments of solidarity.  My favorite part of Mass is when the boys do 'prayer hands' and we all walk up to receive Jesus.  One time, when Joey was 2 and had a full scale meltdown during a priest's homily, the priest joked that Joey would surely be a priest... because when the priest was 2, he used to have full scale meltdowns during Mass.  Last week, the main priest celebrant, while distributing the body of Christ, whispered to my boys how thankful he was we were there.

The thing is, seriously, in real life, most people are awesome.

I'm not trying to be Pollyanna about things. I know we have real, systematic problems. I know we have tensions, world issues, sin and hate in the world.  But I'm done pretending that most people aren't trying to be good, decent human beings.

This year, with all the racial tensions, flamed by leaders pandering to their constituents, for a hot second, I actually started to believe most people were pretty gross.  Our family had some events to go to, and as I'd watch the social media sound bytes of people we were suppose to be around, I would tell Aaron..."I don't think we should go to this thing, where this person will be, who said this about white people, or this about black people".  Aaron, thank God, would remind me how great these people are when we are around them.  Aaron, thank God, would remind me the things people say behind the protection of their computer, in a spur of emotion, doesn't reflect how they treat us/our family/and specifically our children in real life.  Of course, he was right.  The same people who sometimes say the most vile things, I can laugh with, joke with, smile with.  These same people smile at the smiles of my children, they are kind and good to me, even with my white skin, or Aaron, even with his dark skin.

Because, in real life, people are awesome.

I guess what I am saying, what I've been convicted of is we have to be so careful about the extremes we are using in social media (myself included).  We have to be intentional to not \participate in the problem.  We have to consider, "would I say this in real life, to the entirety of my social media circles?"- and if the answer is no, perhaps we shouldn't post it.

Lord knows I have a lot of work when it comes to this.  But when I look at the cluster we have on our hands in this election cycle, a cluster WE HAVE CHOSEN,it convicts me more than ever, we have to be responsible for our words.  We have to celebrate the amount of awesome in the world instead of pretend the majority of people operate in a way that creates division, hatred, fear, etc...

We have to say it over and over again...


Friday, September 30, 2016

"Well regardless, I am sure you are going to blog about it" 7 Quick Take

I'm linking up with Kelly at This Ain't The Lyceum   to give you this week's quick takes.  Are you ready?
This Tuesday night began 24 hours of intense, INTENSE discernment in my life. 
A priest friend text to ask me if I would consider a job teaching at a Catholic School. 
I said no.  
I am a Stay at Home Mom DARN IT, who probably is already doing a bit too much ministry as it is.
Then he text back, reminded me a perk would be  my kids will go to school for free.  
And the salary was more than generous. Like, the type of salary you don't see in Catholic schools.
He told me to pray about it. 

Then, the next morning, the job was informally offered to me.  To begin in two weeks.  A job that would be PERFECT for me in 3-4 years when all of my children are in school. A job I have actually dreamed about being offered...in three years, when all of my kids are in school. Due to various issues, I had 24 hours to give my decision.

I panicked.  But calmed down and started walking down the path of diccernment.

  By Noon, I was taking the job, but everytime I thought about it I cried.
I talked to a lot of people.  Friends who know me well, friends in education, both sets of parents, my cousin, my sisters...Some felt I should take it, some had reservations.  
By four. I was pretty sure, despite the fact that this would be the perfect job for me in several years, we aren't several years down the line.
A dear friend who has known me since I was 16 years old said,

 "Mary, you have to take the money and the tuition out of your decision making. The question is.. is God calling you to be a teacher today?  And if He is, you have to say 'yes'.  but if He's not... it's a really intense job, it's not the type of job you do for a paycheck, even for a short amount of time"

Other friends reminded me what it would be like on our family to have to leave so early in the morning(the school isn't super close) and get home later. How tired the kids would be.  The irreplaceable time I now have with Malia/John Paul.  The fact that we LOVE our current school, and I'd have to pull my kids in the next two weeks to attend a new school.
And then, I felt God steadily, but quietly say...
"Not Yet"
And so, Wednesday morning, I called back one of the best principals I am privileged to know and told her, I understood a job won't come like this again...but God told me 'Not Yet'.
And she was awesome. Totally understood. Said she would keep me in mind in the future.  She said she supports people, and she supports me.  This is the type of principal you want running your school.

It's two days later and I still feel really spent from the emotions of the last 24 hours.
If you read my blog, you know I always feel a tension between my call/desire to be with my children... and a pull to do the ministry God has called me to. After I told the story, my ministry partner said, "Several things like this have come your way recently, so perhaps you do need to start to be open to the Lord calling you to full time ministry, and not be afraid of that."  My husband said the exact same thing.

We shall see my friends.

But my very favorite comment was from my friend Father Mario... half way through the day, when I was really undecided, shooting me a text, "Well, one thing we know for sure, you are going to write about it on your blog"


After saying no, there was an incredible peace. I mean full on absolute feeling that the right choice had been made.  And then, as these things go, my two youngests turned on the absolutely adorable.  Their smiles seemed bigger.  Their giggles, louder.  Malia took her first steps!  
I'm mellow dramatic (SHOCKING, I KNOW) but those smiles confirmed I made the right decision. I am not ready to let go of our morning time yet.  Going at a somewhat easy pace (we are still out the door most mornings by 8:30 am)... not rushing, and most of all, not giving up the amount of time I can see those smiles.  
We are at a point now, after a lot of hard work to get out of debt, where I don't have to work full time.  If we want to do Catholic schools, I might have to look into more serious full time work as the years pass, but for right now...we are good.  And I'm not ready to leave them.

I talked to my sister after deciding to say no to this job. 
"Do you realize how much money, between Aaron's job change and this job, we have walked away from in the last month?... Katie! I could live in a mansion"
"Yes, but you would never be there to enjoy it"


We then went on to talk even more about the decisions we make that shape our lives and the identity of our family.  In a lot of ways, we are still a young family.  We are figuring out who we want to be, we are putting our actions behind the values we claim to stand on.  We make mistakes all the time, but I am so grateful for the times God saves us from ourselves to ensure we stay on the track we want to.

In other news.
"This is Us"
Let's just take a second to feel thankful for that show. 

Speaking of Ministry.
I think I'm moving (after fulfilling current dates) to stay away from day-time retreat facilitation with very few exceptions.  It is just too darn complicated to get the kids babysat, but then also, get them picked up from school at two different times.  It's a bummer though, because daytime ministry is often school retreats and man, do I love me some school retreats.  I had a great one last week and a couple really cool things coming up, but alas, #familyfirst

Cool birthday parties. 
We have been to two really cool birthday parties in the last couple weeks.  One, was at an awesome petting farm, for our best buddy Noah.  Check out how cool this place is!

 Eating Delicious food, playing with animals, enjoying the outside...what's not to love.  And guys.  Malia. I know!!!
We also were able to go to Joey's pretend girlfriend's party (he is so in love with her- in a 4 year old kind of way).. which was at a gymnastics place...


I know there are some of you that are like, 'Yeah, I don't care about football'.  I get it, to some it just doesn't matter.  But if you  happen to be flipping through the stations Saturday, and land on the Michigan/Wisconsin game... just know it's HUGE!
And I'm excited.
And saved all beer consumption for the week for Saturday :)



The reading doesn't have to stop here, head on over to http://thisaintthelyceum.org/ to read more quick takes!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Let's Do some 7 Quick Takes Shall we?

I'm linking up with Kelly at This Ain't The Lyceum   to give you this week's quick takes.  Are you ready?
I just don't have words for this one you guys. I really don't. She stuns me, often. And I want her to stop growing up.

Thinking about baby 5.
That's not an announcement, we are not pregnant.  
But thinking about it. Intensely.
Because Malia got a cradle for her birthday.  That used to be my mom's and then was my mine.  She started kind of playing with it, with her pretend baby doll.  
And I love that my kids have each other and siblings.  

The cradle. 
My mom surprised us with it.  She made a quilt, 'mattress' and pillow for it to match the quilt she made for Malia.  It made me cry.  It is so beautiful. I love so much that we have it.  Here's a picture over-share.

Stranger Things.
You guys weren't lying, it's awesome.
The husband tried to pretend he didn't like it for the first two episodes- just to be cooler than the guy who likes it. 
But we are four episodes in, and I think he is ALMOST ready to admit how much he likes it.

Flag Football Saga Continued... 
Little Aaron just found out that he is NOT on the flag football team his friends from class are on.  And he was like, 'well, can't you just sign me up to play next weekend with them, they have jerseys, they are playing flag football, I want to play with them'.
But I told him we didn't sign up, so he can't play.
He cried. A LOT.  
Not in a bratty way either, in a heartbreaking way, "But mom, why can't I play with my classmates"...
Um, because you have brothers.

Joseph Michael Wilkerson came home with a pant change on Monday.
I got concerned that he had an accident, as he is the age when accidents still happen.
His teacher pulled me aside though, and said, "Well, this one took awhile to figure out"
Apparently during bathroom time three boys were at the urinal.  And a little boy knocked into another boy, who lost control of his stream... and um, peed on Joey.
Boys are so weird. 

This was just too funny not to share.
This is little Aaron when I went to go check on him last night after they all fell asleep.
He had hung up his clothes on his bunk bed planks for school today.
To say this boy LOVES school is the understatement of the year. 


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