Out of the mouths of babes

I had to put this down somewhere so I'll never forget this conversation I had with Hadley on the way home from mass tonight. I stopped in the gift store after mass, and she saw some prayer cards. She wanted one with St. Michael on it, and after her behavior in church, I figured we needed all the help we could get. Calling all saints and angels!!!! We got in the car and she was carefully examining the picture on the front. Here's how it went from there.

H- Mom, can we talk about St. Michael?

M- Sure, what do you want to talk about.

H- What does he protect us from?

M- Well, the devil and other evil things that we may encounter...just like the prayer says.

H- Mom?

M- Yes?

H- I think St. Michael is handsome and I would like to marry him. You know, I say that about all the handsome men I see.

M- Well, you shouldn't just want to marry someone because they are handsome. Remember how we have talked about how God looks at our inside beauty, and not our outside beauty? It is much more important to have a husband that is handsome on the inside. One who is caring, loving, takes care of you, and loves Jesus. You wouldn't want a handsome husband who was mean to you all of the time would you?

H- No. But St. Michael protects us from the devil. That's nice, isn't it? He must love Jesus if he does that.

M- Yes, it's very nice, and he does love Jesus very much.

H- Ok, so can I marry him now?

M- No baby, you can't marry an angel.

H- Ok. Does St. Michael smoke cigars?

M- {laughing hysterically}

H- Mom, why are you laughing.

M- Because Hadley, you are very funny, and I don't know where you come from sometimes.

H- Oh. Mom, is the devil a bat?

M- No.

H- Well, he has wings like a bat in this picture, he can probably fly. Do you think he can fly? Mom, what are we having for dinner?

Not kidding...just a snapshot of a day in the life with Hadley. Wouldn't trade her for the world...most of the time :)

Sweet Home Alabama

I'm here. Settled in B'ham. H0me of men wearing Columbia shorts that are tight and too short, and deck shoes. And home of women in capris and Yellow Box flip flops. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with either of these looks. I'm just saying, I see it lots here...like everywhere. On a different note, mama loves seeing classy folks decked out in Bama gear (not the rednecks with mullets...I've spotted those too). While I miss Tennessee so much I could cry (and have) I am OVER being in UT orange country. Oh, and mama loves having her husband home every night for dinner.

On to my next adventure...homeschooling! Thanks be to Jesus for Donna who has helped me out and introduced me to her sweet friends (and told me they would be mine too!!). She has been a God-send. I have books ordered, and we are starting literature and Religion tomorrow. CRAZZEEE!!! Pray for me.

I'm not drowning

No chance, because I have accumulated a lovely little inner tube around my waistline. It's pretty bad when your 4 year old says, "Mommy, you have a baby in your tummy!!!" No hunny, that's just what happens when you eat Cheetos and drink margaritas all summer!

It's all good, I'll work it off. My mom said for me to give myself a break. We've been under lots of stress...I had a contract job last month that took up lots of my time, we sold the house and are moving back to Bama!!! And the list goes on. So I'm taking mama's advice and going easy on myself...for a little while anyway.

So if I were a celebrity being photographed by the paparazzi 24/7, the buzz would be that I have a bun in the oven. No bun here...except one too many honey buns!