In a comment on the table manners post, Suzanne T. joked that it sounded more like 'stable manners'. Pretty funny. Especially considering that Sunday night the older kids were out with their aunt and she wanted to take a picture of the girls in their matching dresses. Regina kept holding the skirt of her dress against her leg in an awkward manner. When asked why, she replied that she had chicken poop on her dress and didn't want anyone to see it. Yep, raised in a barn!
The high note was the day before when Blaise had his First Communion interview with Father G. He answered the questions well and after the interview Father complimented Blaise on how well he had looked Father in the eye and spoken cheerfully and confidently.
We found Dominic's long lost church belt. And Aunt Kari found some nifty little boy neckties at the thrift store. Never has a little boy been more impatient for Sunday to come. He cannot wait to wear his church belt and new tie. Each of his big brothers has been asked up to his room so he can proudly show them the ties and belt hanging in the closet. Found: happy anticipation.
Last night was clear, barely cool enough for jackets and filled with the sound of spring peepers and soft breezes. Perfect for the first bonfire of the season. My brother and his son joined us. Their dog, Wallace came too.
The men talked while the children chased with the dog, played flashlight tag and made s'mores. We got the telescope out for superb star gazing. I have a cold and didn't want to expose my nephew so I wasn't actually out there much. Apparently, the conversation ranged from astronomy to Barbary pirates.