A couple of days ago I was looking around for sheet music of Eastern European/Slavic Christmas songs for my son (who is working hard to teach himself to speak Russian) and I came across this beautiful Polish carol named Mizerna Cicha which is said to be translated in English as "Poor and Quiet."
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Why me?
We let the kids decorate the Christmas tree this year. After carefully hanging all the bulbs and ornaments with the most gentle attention, taking time to make sure every bow was straight and all the beads were even, they climbed up to hang a beautiful, dazzling star at the top of the tree, right? Yeah.
Joe's Birthday
o.k., I'm a little late getting the pics posted....
We took Joe and the kids out of town for a little over-nighter. Once at the hotel Joe got to open his birthday present.
He got an awesome pair of new shoes!
(which he didn't want)
And there seemed to be no sign whatsoever of the new Call of Duty video game.
(which he really really really wanted)
After playing the gracious kid and telling us over and over how much he really liked the shoes--all while keeping a bold face trying not to show his disappointment--Joe finally discovered there was something under the paper at the bottom of the shoe box...
(someone needs to inform Joe that it is NOT legal to throw shoes at one's own mother!!!!)
After I was finally released from the hospital and had gone through enough therapy to regain the use of my arms I was able to bake Joe his birthday cake.
We took Joe and the kids out of town for a little over-nighter. Once at the hotel Joe got to open his birthday present.
He got an awesome pair of new shoes!
(which he didn't want)
And there seemed to be no sign whatsoever of the new Call of Duty video game.
(which he really really really wanted)
After playing the gracious kid and telling us over and over how much he really liked the shoes--all while keeping a bold face trying not to show his disappointment--Joe finally discovered there was something under the paper at the bottom of the shoe box...
(someone needs to inform Joe that it is NOT legal to throw shoes at one's own mother!!!!)
After I was finally released from the hospital and had gone through enough therapy to regain the use of my arms I was able to bake Joe his birthday cake.
Friday, December 3, 2010
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