Five Months Old. Now With Added Holiness!

My favorite little boy, Happy five months, slugger. Five months is huge. And you are huge- in size, in moxy, and in smiles for days. Here’s what we know (and appreciate/fear/respect) about you: You have impeccable timing. This is very good. This is also very, very bad. Like the other day before your baptism, when I knew you had yet to poop (for close to 48 hours) yet I chose to dress you in your adorable yet rather thin seersucker suit and {Read More}

Forget The Round Up, How About A Rip Up?

Oh, I had planned to write up a detailed list of all the various places my words were being flung this week- but NO MORE. For you see, I think my “to do” list for the week would be far more entertaining to read: Things I Had Planned To Do Before Monday Afternoon Struck: Do maybe four loads of laundry. Drive to preschool. Drive back home. Drive to preschool. Drive back home. Finish some articles for folks who said out {Read More}

A Recap And A Couple Of Handsome Men.

It’s Wednesday! Which, as everyone knows by now, means a mid-week recap! (I’m really gonna need some other people to start to doing this as well, here.) #helpstartatrendpeople #isuperhatehashtags So. Yes. Recap: Last Thursday, I compared and contrasted pictures of my children’s heads. I agree that I need help. That same day I busted out my blogtacular knowledge at The SITS Girls with a list of stuff you need to know for blogging awesomesauceitude. Monday brought a festive shout-out to the {Read More}

Holy Holy Moly.

It’s official. Zuzu is legit. (In the eyes of Christianity, anyhow, and not in the whole She Doesn’t Look Like Anyone Except For Maybe P.J.’s Best Friend Neil A Tad When The Light Makes Her Hair Slightly Reddish- But I Swear She’s A Schoeny, Have You Seen Her Mouth kinda way.) P.J.’s awfully excited. We had a small baptism yesterday for our secondborn buttercup…and I’m not kidding you, she was an incredibly good baby. Which is no surprise. But it’s {Read More}

Non-heathen baby? Check.

Nora Jane was baptized yesterday and she was kinda okay with it. Kinda. Actually she was superb during the processional (yep, she got to proCESS) and great through the readings and the homily. And then she woke up. To be fair, she couldn’t have been the comfiest of gals. She wore the Schoeny family lace christening gown, complete with Puritanical eyelet bonnet (as my sister Rachel exclaimed- “I saw Goody Proctor with the devil!”) and there were more than a {Read More}