The Holy Ordinary, in pictures
7:20 AM. (The clock says so in the picture.)
Taking last night's leftover broccoli (I had purposely cooked extra) and making it into a quick cream of broccoli soup for the boys' lunch boxes.
Meanwhile, the gang enjoys their breakfast.
8:25 AM.
The boys are off to school, Anna is looking at books, and I sit down to my breakfast. It hurts a little to swallow, so a grapefruit and a cup of Throat Coat tea as per Anne's recommendation will do.
9:30 AM-ish.
Elijah naps and Anna helps me make Carrot Oatmeal muffins. (I only use quick oats, no all-purpose flour and no xanthum gum, and they turn out great, albeit quite sweet.)
10:45 AM or so.
Playing fairies and princesses.
Wings, a must. Tangled hair, optional.
11:10.
Cute babies playing together.
12:00 noon.
Anna and I have lunch.
She has protested "lunch" for some time now. She only wants a "snack" but always right around lunch hour; she gets livid if I call it "lunch." Just this week, I came across this cute serving tray in the basement that I hadn't used in a while, and she fell in love with it. Now that I serve her food on it, she will happily eat "lunch" and we have quite charming conversations together for our only meal without the menfolk joining us.
(Her lunch, if you were wondering, is one of those muffins we made, an entire can of tuna mixed with a bit of mayo -- and yes, she can eat that much -- and cup of pomegranate raspberry tea. She and I both love it, and it is equally delicious served cold.)
12:20 PM
Elijah joins us, too. He's become a big eater of the solid-food variety.
Those cheeks don't lie.
I have no idea when Anna took this photo, but it was definitely her doing, and I was struck by its impressive composition. How very artsy.
Still-life of muffin with sandwich baggies.
1:05 PM.
Going to pick up the boys from school to go to play practice.
2:30 PM.
Chilling with Isaiah while Noah rehearses his lines.
Not pictured: throwing in several loads of laundry, loading and unloading the dishwasher, a visit from the Jehovah's Witnesses, time-outs, diaper changes, reheating soup for dinner, actually eating dinner with my sweet family, or wrangling the three youngest kids to bed while Noah and Patrick go to their Friday evening activity.
"Understand this well:
there is something holy, something divine,
hidden in the most ordinary situations,
and it is up to each one of you to discover it."
St. Josemaria Escriva
Amen.
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