Happy Feast of St. Nicholas

Candy's?

I know this child doesn’t have enough teeth to eat this candy. I suppose I’ll have to help him…

19 years ago

At one point in my life I could kind of speak Italian.  The impetus behind learning it was to understand what my grandparents were saying when they didn’t want me to understand.  I recently found this postcard I had sent to my grandparents when I was on my honeymoon.  Fascinating, isn’t it?  The best part is that it took 2 months to get to St. Louis from Italy.

It was a sad day when Mothercrab discovered she had learned Italian only to find out that her Grandparents liked to discuss their lunch plans in another language.

Nesting, Mothercrab style

This week I have bought:
1 totally rockin’ La-z-boy rocker/recliner that has become my new best friend
1 car seat
1 car seat stroller attachment
1 pack of diapers
1 pack of wipes
1 bottle of Aveeno baby wash
2 pacifiers
Jane Austen’s Persuasion

I have washed:
10 onesies
5 sleeping gowns
8 footed outfits
24 diapers
5 diaper covers
2 co-sleeper bed sheets
1 sling
1 nursing cover
10 burp rags
6 blankets

I still need to find various parts in basement and put together:
1 Pack n Play that soothes baby to sleep and has the coolest changing table attached

I still need to buy:
1 diaper bag
1 swing (see below)

I cannot find in my basement:
1 swing (do you happen to have it?)

The swing looks like this minus a baby and in focus.

Christmas at St. Francis de Sales Oratory

Ah, Christmas. There is so much hustle and bustle, especially when there is a Gaudete Benefit Gala a week before.  So, grab a cup of coffee (or for some, malt liquor) and enjoy my photo montage of Christmas Day.  The first photo was taken around 12:05 a.m. Christmas Day at St. Francis de Sales Oratory in St. Louis and the last was taken around 7:00 p.m. at Uncle John’s house.  I *did* sleep between 5:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m.

Procession.

Prayers for Archbishop Carlson.
Look at all of those beautiful poinsettias!

You can see the side altar where the creche is located.

Going to the side altar.

Creche.
My view from the choir loft.

Ah!  An Italian dinner!
Salsiccia. An Italian sausage that we pronounce Sa-zee-tsa.
We also say Pasta Gazoogoo. We’re Sicialian, ok?
No Italian meal would be complete without these.

Hootiecootie might know these wines.

And then Santa visited us at the end of the evening.

I hope you all had a blessed Christmas Day and
continue to enjoy the remainder of Christmas!!