Thursday, March 30, 2017

Hilly's creativity

knows no bounds.  Below she created a prayer circle with a paper chain and the rainstick my cousin Jenny gave to me for xmas over 20 years ago. 
Everyone had to pray in the prayer circle.

Saturday was beautiful so we walked to the playground with our neighbor Em for a few hours.
After lunch and before mass, I took the kids out for a run before it got cold again.
We ran a few blocks to Rockford Park and then ran all the way up the huge hill.
Hilly complained a few times but kept her butt moving.  I'm proud.  They were really proud of their accomplishment and ran back down.  They slept so well that night.
On the way home they wanted to pose for pictures in front of everything.  And then they started picking flowers from people's gardens, which was really annoying.
At mass.
Kid Shelleen's after mass. There was a pretty long wait so Benny decided to hide his toy in the brick wall.
We sat outside which ended up being a bad call bc it was windy but it was an adventure.  The kids all tried calamari and loved it which is epic bc Jackie is the pickiest eater in the entire world with Ben following closely behind.
Hilly? not so much.   I wonder if Jim was posing for this picture or if I legit caught him mid bite.
They didn't even mind eating the parts that actually look like tentacles.  I never eat those. 
That night? The next AM? Shopkins time.  We only have shopkins and superheroes in the house. Can't wait to move so they have some toys back.
Hannie.
Monday I took the kids to soccer and karate and our friend Em came w us to pick up Jack and her friend Sarah from school so I could take them to gymnastics.   Doesn't the church look so beautiful in the background? 
Here is the crew, sans Ben....
Because Ben was rolling down the hill.
After gymnastics we all hit up Jack's uke lesson.

Benny said to me, "Upstairs Louie is w her mommy, downstairs Louie."  I sent this pic to Jim and he said Lou looks awful.  haha so mean!
Reading bedtime stories (old photo albums) to Corncob for bedtime.

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