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Ordination Weekend

This past weekend, my husband was ordained. He is now an Anglican priest. His parents were able to come and witness this special event and it was a joyful time for all of us. It was also a very eventful weekend for our children:

Happy follows Grandpa to the bathroom and asks, "You going to pee and poop now?" Grandpa says, "Well, I'm thinking about it."

We are at a restaurant and Grumpy asks how old Grandma and Grandpa are. After hearing their ages, he says, "Wow! They're almost dead!"

Happy kept calling Grandpa by the wrong last name. Doc and I would yell, "McIntyre! McIntyre!" to tell him he had the wrong name. So, when Happy followed Grandpa to the bathroom yet again, he would lay on the floor, look under the crack and say, "What are you doing, McIntyre?"

During church, the boys went up front for the children's story. When asked what a carpenter does, Grumpy said, "A person who cleans the floor."

The morning of Doc's ordination, I told Bashful to get out the jelly from the fridge so he could make some toast for breakfast. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off getting six people ready when I hear a splash and a yell from Doc coming from the kitchen. He had been standing about six feet from the refrigerator door, but was still splashed with orange juice. Poor Bashful had received the brunt of it all over his face and hair. I was one part frustrated and one part understanding as I told him to go take a shower and get dressed. All in all, it was a crazy weekend.

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striving... said…
Congrats to Doc. What a funny weekend, I swear all the good stuff happens to you.

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