The children were just about to begin our history lesson for the day. Needless to we have stopped and begun to watch history as it unfolds!
You can watch here live and await the announcement!
And don’t forget to print out your copy of Habemus Papam copywork sheet to fill in with our new Pontiff’s name!
I didn’t mean to.
See, it’s just that I really like to be held.
Like, a lot.
And I am a bit of a night owl. Even though momma tries, I really would rather sleep all day. So, I’ve kind of been holding her hostage, you could say.
She doesn’t seem to mind that much. So, for my five-weeks-old birthday, I decided I would give her a bit of a scare. It turned out to be a bigger scare than I had planned.
See, I scared her so much that she ended up taking me to the hospital for the weekend. They gave me cute little stickers to wear and lots of good air.
I didn’t really like my stay there too much. The last time was way better. But I’m okay now.
You know what is really neat?
I have have all of these silly people who keep me company and love to play with me, and hold me, and sing to me.
And I have this big brother who doesn’t seem to mind that he isn’t the baby anymore.
At least I think that’s true because he really likes to kiss my cheeks.
Like, a lot.
See those little circles with “H”?
See where they make landfall on the coast?
That is my house.
In what is eerily similar to events that happened seven years ago, my husband woke me up this morning to share that his co-workers have already reported the local grocery stores being out of water.
And so it begins….
Looks like my husband is going to get a hurricane for a birthday present this year.
Really, you don’t mind now, do you, hun?