It’s my Grandfather’s 85th birthday. There’s no way he’d ever read this blog, but I wanted to wish him a happy birthday here anyway. He’s a bald, white-haired (and has been for as long as I remember) Italian guy, who has worked hard every day of his life. He’s been a great example of diligence, and quiet, fatherly love and care. He and my grandmother haven’t let anything slow them down, and still know how to have a good time and throw a great party!
Gramma Betty and Grandpa Roy, 5 years ago at their 80th birthday bash.
Today I’m linking up with the hilarious Grace at Camp Patton, whose blog I have been enjoying for years, to showcase our Sunday finery and commiserate over the Mass-time behavior of young children. I’m really gonna need to work on posing because I look like a grade-A moron in all 30 pics Oskar (and Max, once Oskar lost patience) took of me. But in all honesty, awkwardness has always been a strong-suit of mine, so why try to change after 30 years?
For the record, Max did not wear this to Mass. He insisted on changing the moment we got home because he was wearing a collared that made him hot.
Max insisted on hunting for treasure with his Easter bucket. It was only 105, so why not?
The clothing:
Shirt- Ann Taylor from 4 years ago
Pants- These are VERY wide-leg, and almost certainly no longer in style, but they are the only piece of clothing I kept from my semester in Europe and I’m pretty attached to them. I got them in Spain but don’t remember where
Belt- Gift from my mom- no idea where she got it
Shoes- Hidden behind my strategically placed children for a reason. I really need to throw them away and buy some new black heels.
The children:
Max- C+ for effort. Mass was longer than usual because of the benediction and he hung in there, but was whiny as usual and kept tugging at my earrings.The promise of a donut helped.
Lulu- B+ for a few gleeful screams, otherwise she was the picture of piousness.
Other than it being hot and stuffy inside the church, it was one of the better Mass experiences we’ve had in a while. The benediction was really lovely. We just need to get our act together and make it out the door in time for the 9 AM, so hunger and heat don’t start making us all crazy.
Visit Camp Patton to see what the other (far more stylish) ladies are wearing and find out how their kiddos do at Mass.
