Sealed in Christ

 

Wordless Wednesday (sorta)

So here's our status as of late: fun, yet chaotic...

Hoping to resume regular posting soon.
Blessings,

She's our Super Momo

This is my Momo,

my monkeys' Momo, my brother's Momo, and his three monkeys' Momo, and she is ever so SUPER. This wonderful woman turned 95 today. Isn't she beautiful??

She has held all my babies and has sat and played with most of them on the floor.

She raised a wonderful daughter, my momma, and sacrificed her heroic son for our nation during Vietnam. She was married for over 50 years before my grandfather passed away. She has been my hero for as long as I can remember.

She was my favorite as a kid and still is. She's my kids' favorite too. They love their Momo.

We haven't seen our Momo for a while and we're all going through withdrawls. I tell ya we love our Momo, we adore our Momo, we want our Momo, we NEED our Momo. Everyone should have a Momo. She's a saint-- she's done so much for us and others as well.

Happy NINETY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY MOMO!!! WE LOVE YOU!!

It's magic!

And now, for your entertainment, I bring you the following videos:

Toddle Monkey

I call him Toddle Monkey on this here blog. Soon he'll move up to 'Six'.

But not yet~

even despite trying so hard to be big like his older brothers and sister.

He keeps reminding me that he'll be 'fo-wah' in June.

He begs me to let him play his big brothers' computer games, because for heaven's sake, he's not little. "He's firty inches tall!!"

"Not tall enough," I say.

Then he gives me this look....

And then I turn on the computer game for him.

But only for a minute..

or two...

Don't judge me for my weakness. You'd crack too.

Especially if he asks you for just a "teeeeny tiny bit of that delicious, delicious bahloo alligator". (Gatorade)

I don't dare correct him. And I've threatened asked his brothers and sister not to as well. Toddlerhood passes so quickly. I just want to hold on to these little things for a few more moments. Heck, he only said "hocks and hoozies" for a week before moving onto the grown up version "socks and shoes". He didn't graduate up to "socks and shoezies", nope-- he just blew right past that to 'socks and shoes'. Stinker! Doesn't he know that I have five others that say socks and shoes??!!??

Of course he's the only one I've ever had to call Apple Jacks 'Michael Jacksons'.

And, I don't quite know what to make of that....

Royal Cocoa

Princess: Momma, may I please have some hot cocoa?

Me: Sure, hon.

Princess: Okay, then.. I'll take one cup of hot cocoa...

with a splash of milk,

ONE ice cube,

a smidge of whipped caareeeeme,

and a few marshmallows--- just a few please.

After a few sips, she noticed a bit of cinnamon I sprinkled on top.

"Ooooh, what's this Momma? Is this your secret ingredient? Because whatever it is, it makes this the BEST cup of cocoa I've eeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrrr had. Simply delicious! You should share this recipe."

So I'm sharing.

Don't you feel special now?

At the very least you should feel royal.

'Cause she sure did :)

A Funny for Friday

Weather forecast

I've not seen a Blizzard forecast before...
not while living in South Dakota,
not while living in Alaska either--

but here in NJ, it's what we've got this afternoon and tonight.

go figure..

Round III

Six already...

Happy Birthday my sweet Princess...