Yesterday…

went pretty well. My new doctor (who is very very young! but trained at the Paul VI institute and is very sympathetic with big families) called in an antibiotic for me (yipee!) but I have to go in today to see her. Still, I had my antibiotics, my chloraseptic and I was feeling not too bad by lunch time yesterday.

I worked like a crazy woman finishing Izzy’s costume and I managed to get quite a bit of transcribing done to.

We went to the feast and had a great time! It was so well organized. The great hall was decorated with the family shields the children had made in the art class weeks before. All of the instructors and some of the parents were dressed in their costumes and I would say about 50 children showed up.

They had the hand washers (who have a specific name that escapes me just now) and pages to show kids to their seats. Then, my son, the bishop, stood up to say the grace. If I hadn’t been so bugged out about this strep stuff, I would have worked with him on that a bit more because he didn’t really “bless the crowd” but instead made the sign of the cross on himself. Still I was getting goosebumps watching him do it!

The hard part for me, the serving wench, was to carry the trays to each table and serve the children. The mom in me wanted to plop food on each kids plate instead of wait for them to pick and choose what they wanted… I had no idea so many kids were such picky eaters!!

Now the thing that amazed me about this is that MY children raved about how the servers came to their tables and served them food. DUH!!! I’ve been doing that for them since they were born!! No kidding, I stand at the stove, hand plates to my husband who puts them on the table…so I have no idea why they thought this was so cool, except maybe they got to eat what they wanted and not what we told them!

After the eating, they had a really neat juggler who juggled fire, knives, wheels, just about everything. And then they put on the music for the kids to dance and I was just filled with awe as I watched my darlin girl get up and dance her heart out!! She was lovin it! Now I’m thinking maybe I should rethink putting her in serious dance classes.

Anyway we left there richer for the experience.

Later that evening, we did have to go to the funeral home for the husband of our good friend, Mrs. K. Mrs. K has babysat all of my children since they were in diapers, twice a week, while I went to Jazzercise. We have become quite good friends and it really meant a lot for her to see all of them, especially Calvin who came to her at about 14 months old and is now 14 years old, 5’9, 192 pounds!! It was really nice to be there for her.

Today we go to the funeral, and then this afternoon the doctor – hopefully more time for blogging then. Hell week is almost over!!!
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