tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212358692024-03-23T11:18:13.775-07:00one more thingAnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-29054813445811785812018-05-22T03:18:00.000-07:002018-05-28T03:20:59.384-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">5am. been awake for a while now... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">guess that's how it's supposed to be with my mind not shutting off. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Lots of dreams and aspirations I had for her and now it is time for her dreams and aspirations to take off! A very good friend of mine recently told me that he saw that his kids lived in his world, his dreams up until they left their home to dream thier dreams. <br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I do so hope her dreams are bigger than mine!! I hope she pushes those walls and barriers down!! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So here's to my girl's last week in school. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Here's to my girl who already was living in her dream. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Here's to my girl who will conquer her dreams only to build bigger and better ones!! </span>AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-65785423878671507782015-05-28T18:50:00.000-07:002015-06-22T18:51:54.848-07:00Awards! Awards! Awards!<br />
Queen V surely worked so hard on so much this last school year. There were some nights of lots of tears but she learned so much how to balance her time, she struggled through what she didn't know and learned so very much!!<div>
She was awarded a medal for JuniorVase, an award for her Art class, an award for being in Young Entrepreneur Academy and an at-a-girl award from her teachers called the Colt Award. This last word is not just for grades but for showing pride in their school, themselves and others. I love that my girl stepped out and tried so many new things. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Following a month of rains we have been bombarded with these itty bitty frogs around our house. Princess A and Mr. T have been bringing them in and collecting them in random tupperware. Why wouldn't we keep itty bitty frogs? We have a tadpole growing into a frog on our kitchen counter. (Thanks Mrs. Duke, for letting Mr. T "win" that prize!!) </div>
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So when one went hopping by and Queen V saw it of course she had to pick it up. I asked her to kiss it to see if it turned into a prince. ha! One could hope, huh? Can't you tell she was excited? I'm such a funny mama. One day she will appreciate my humor I am sure. :)</div>
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Hopefully all these frogs around our home will eat up the summer mosquitos are sure to come after all this rain!! </div>
<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-53944507393276470122014-12-12T08:23:00.000-08:002014-12-28T08:25:09.502-08:00Run! Run!So the beginning of the year started with Princess A learning about her new school following a gingerbread man to see what is in each hallway and where the important rooms are- like music, art, PE and the cafeteria! She came home so excited and telling us all about it. She even had a little black and white reader with the story of the Gingerbread Man saying, Run! Run!<br />
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Well, here we are at the end of the semester and her entire class built gingerbread houses together. Can you imagine 22 kids creating gingerbread houses together?<br />
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Each kiddo got their own bag of icing to glue the candy pieces on and create their own masterpiece! She was a happy girl for sure getting to be in charge!</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"> It was quite fun and one of my favorite memories of each of the kids. They each have a photo as a momento of the occasion. Each one of my kids is proud to show what they did as they were 5 or 6! </span></div>
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<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-89428977733232748232014-05-23T11:25:00.000-07:002014-06-07T11:26:46.582-07:00tears of not believingnatural beauty.<br />
this girl has it but doesn't always see it.<br />
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we bought each piece of her outfit without having any idea how exactly it was going to turn out.
we had to go back and pick out the shoes because my head wasn't on straight while we shopped for the dress.
I surprised her with a trip to a boutique to pick a pair of earrings. She picked the perfect pair.<br />
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I told her to try it all on together so we could show Dad. She was not too sure about it since she had just run during her athletic class right before I picked her up from school. I told her not to worry and just put it on… just for a minute. She did and looked beautiful just like I thought!
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I grabbed my camera and asked for just a few pictures. (my kids will never learn.. it's never just a few! ha!)
I showed her the back of the camera and she had tears in her eyes. I asked her what it was about and she told me that it wasn't her. I shook my head and said it most certainly was. She said I had photoshop in my camera! ha! no such thing… this is her inner beauty shining through!
Her tears of disbelief had me really taken back. Why would a 13 year old girl feel this way? What happens to kids that they turn from fearing nothing to not being sure about anything? AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-22185333161649500272013-09-18T17:46:00.000-07:002013-09-18T17:46:39.899-07:00Always.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As a little boy I knew he learned differently. </div>
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I would try and teach him his ABCs and 123s and he would fight me every step of the way.</div>
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I knew it was more than his German stubborness and Irish temper that would both hinder him and help him.</div>
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Last year we finally got him tested. There were some bumps along the way but he is now getting the help he needed and will need to get him headed in the right direction. </div>
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We found out he has dyslexia. </div>
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I know there is more but for now we are dealing with this roadblock.</div>
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He cried today when we sat to do his homework. </div>
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Yet at the same time I understand.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He hurts so much from trying to keep up and show that he is smart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">that he can do the work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">that he does want to learn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know he is in there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you see a little boy who could design and race race cars like his Daddy?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you see a little boy who will windsurf around the globe?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you see a lego master who wants to invent a spy car?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you see a reader? a writer? <b>a little boy wanting to learn?</b></span></div>
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First day of school was the "best ever" said my Queen V! She had a great time and couldn't wait to tell me all about it. Even though she is not in class with all of her friends (living in her perfect world! ha!) She said it was all good since they all get to sit together at lunch and chat!!<br />
We went for an afternoon swim and then followed it by dinner and a run!<br />
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From my happy place. I have gotten up several mornings now to watch the sunrise and each one has its most magnificent moments. Today, I think it was the clouds turn to let the sun dance at their feet.<br />
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It fills my soul and calms my mind.AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-6569792199377802162013-03-29T18:37:00.000-07:002013-09-18T18:40:34.797-07:00growing time<div style="text-align: center;">
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Queen V took a class field trip to the Stockyards. Did you know Fort Worth is the only city with its own brand? Bit of cool history I didn't even know while I was teaching Texas History. It looks like the horns on the cattle in the above photo.<br />
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A quick shot with one of the cowboys who taught the kids that morning. Queen V was very excited... would have been better had she been on a horse. LOL<br />
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A few times a day they recreate a "cattle drive" for the tourists moving the cattle from one end of the stockyards to the other. It's pretty cool for sure.<br />
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<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-44407957246043909402012-10-10T11:22:00.000-07:002012-11-13T11:31:25.857-08:00Silly Happy GirlLove my Princess A
she wakes up running to me with her blonde locks all over the place. "Good Morning, Dandelion!!" I tell her as she jumps up into my arms all excited about the day.
First order of the day is a bowl of cheerios- it's not breakfast without Cheerios
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she still uses her baby towels when she can find them and surprisingly they fit! She finds everything funny from a silly dance her siblings make up, to running in place to saying the word "poopy". She is so very 4.
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evening game.
all boy.
then the sunset and no lights came on. Mr. T was asked to be goalie. He had played goalie in our backyard but never for a game. I was all excited hollering for him to get the ball when it came down to him... forgetting his fear of the dark.
and it got dark.
and he was waiting for his teammates to come back towards him- even if they were trying to get the ball past him, at least he had people by him.
After the game when we were safe at home he told me of his fear and how he didn't like being back there.
all by himself.
Put the big L on my forehead for LOSER! oh man. I felt awful.
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Each time one of my kiddo's tries a sport I get a little tickled inside. I know the anticipation of trying something new and the courage it takes to step out as an athlete is huge!<br />
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<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-72951536375163385072012-05-02T06:52:00.000-07:002012-05-02T06:52:08.031-07:00be kind to each other today.I found this on FaceBook today and thought it was totally worth sharing and reading: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">A sweet lesson on patience. </span><br />
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They both ran their hearts out for the practice and are really ready to set their "personal best" on race day!! I am so excited to see how much they have grown to handle situations that arise as they become young ladies. <br />
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<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-62401663103708038262012-03-03T14:00:00.000-08:002012-08-15T14:04:45.103-07:00Sweet Vmy kids love that I love to learn. They get excited to see me excited about learning new things, failing, picking myself back up, dusting off and trying again.<br />
I have a lot to learn and from them mostly. yep. they are the greatest teachers that teach me not to give up and continue trying- even after taking a breather and trying to find my direction or path that God is pointing me to at that time.<br />
Well, I follow a great photographer from down under, <a href="http://www.inbedwithsue.com/" target="_blank">Sue Bryce</a>- she really knows how to teach and inspire! I found her via Creative Live where I have learned so much about photography and myself. I am grateful for the moments I have gotten to spend a quite moment just for myself- although while learning I am always thinking of how it can apply to a friend and her or his business.<br />
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chin.shoulder.eyes.<br />
each person is beautiful in their own way.<br />
I think Queen V is beautiful and have since I saw her for the first time.<br />
She takes my breath away.AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-74381241062920713662011-09-10T06:17:00.000-07:002011-09-10T06:28:02.944-07:00love in the midst of a shoot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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messy summer hair<br />
comfy clothes<br />
warm sunshine<br />
unconditional love<br />
yep, that just about sums up this moment in time
lovely, isn't it??<br />
Princess A has no clue I am there watching and loves with all of her heart while Queen V sees me and pastes on a quick smile.... they played for hours together this hot summer day under this pecan tree<br />
I still have the buckets, cars and shovels under the tree to remind me of this moment while I ran around getting pictures for a client and her moving cards.
All in the midst of my trying to get a little work done there is love of my children that pulls at my heart.
I think I will leave the buckets only for the girls to have a moment under our pecan tree again when the weather gets a little cooler.
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<br />I have a best friend.
<br />He has a girl friend.
<br />She likes me more than she likes him.
<br />So she sits next to me during lunch.
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<br />and yet they are still best friends....
<br />gotta love this logic of kindergarten boys. wonder if his best friend knows all this?AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-947452298314062982011-08-25T07:44:00.001-07:002011-09-02T09:21:50.370-07:00tactile learners<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKk69cNheQb92kBGzNKYMCx-7v65ka0EwylNLdKPxVJqH_aBpY_-V9Jrzc3cnJfuHuxmVQVrrXG-o9CMMfMP-eVLam_TNBg6bgWedAmWI4pdf0hZiWSkT5or58V62ItWT1fU6/s1600/school+shoot-1zkinderweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKk69cNheQb92kBGzNKYMCx-7v65ka0EwylNLdKPxVJqH_aBpY_-V9Jrzc3cnJfuHuxmVQVrrXG-o9CMMfMP-eVLam_TNBg6bgWedAmWI4pdf0hZiWSkT5or58V62ItWT1fU6/s800/school+shoot-1zkinderweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647797895286247810" border="0" /></a>
<br />So we need to learn again.. Mr. T is now in school... I can't believe it. I am doing some research to understand where he is and where he needs to go. We already knew he was a boy on the go. He even told us so. "Dad, I just like to go and do." Out of the mouths of babes, right? He knew and told us. Why don't we listen more to our children?? Makes me wake up when I hear it again from an adult. Anyway, so this post is about learning a new way- tactile or kinesthetic. Here goes what I have found so far. I am sure there will be more.
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<br />Micheal Farris: some children retain their strong tendency toward learning through their sense of touch. These children are known as kinesthetic, or tactile, learners.
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<br />If your child is a kinesthetic learner, he is active and hands-on about everything, including learning. He is probably very athletic, energetic, and uses lots of gestures when talking. Of all your children, he's the one that just can't seem to sit still. He's in perpetual motion and touches almost everything he sees.
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<br />Your kinesthetic learner may be your greatest teaching challenge, simply because most traditional curriculum isn't designed for him. Workbooks provide visual learners with things to see, and storybooks give auditory learners things to hear, but you're going to have to be creative in giving your kinesthetic learner things to touch. Use real pennies or an abacus in teaching math. Don't just tell him about evaporation; put some water on to boil and let him feel it!
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<br />http://child-1st.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/02/kinesthetic-tactile-learner.htmlAnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-20187483133700734162011-08-23T22:05:00.000-07:002012-04-27T22:20:19.900-07:00First Day of School for Mr. TMy heart skips a beat with my little man stepping into the world. Did I teach him enough? Will he be polite, make friends, smile and have fun? Will everyone be kind to him and know he is so very lovable? He got a little scared this morning, crawled into my lap and reminded me how little he still is. I so love my little guy and hope that all the world sees how absolutely wonderful he is and what he has to offer others.<br />
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After putting away all the supplies he ran into the room to get right to work on his play dough. He looked at me asking me to stay. He was scared not knowing how it would all work out at the end of the day.<br />
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<br />AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-88252865133132470612011-08-22T22:51:00.000-07:002012-04-27T22:59:45.320-07:00Queen V and 3rd grade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a bigger step into being the big kid. she is now the oldest Z kid in school here. she feels the pressure.. she puts it on herself. She prayed hard for the teachers she got and was thrilled to see them with open arms ready to teach her, fill her mind, push her curiosity further than it had been pushed...<br />
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3rd grade is going to be a great year for you, Queen V!!AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-87522702727556419142011-07-22T05:08:00.000-07:002011-09-10T05:10:34.985-07:00Colorful Queen V<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Queen V in a moment in time this summer... I love how I found her just looking so pretty.<br />
It's like a vision of what is to come in the future...<br />
confidence<br />
colorful<br />
standing out among the rest<br />
love my Queen VAnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-74569132329175726572011-05-20T08:26:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:33:54.261-07:00curiosity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXoztb8jyOUmab3NU63j8dt49sEbqGqLX9RVA41Xosg2Il_Cq7qoavNtSE2Gl9byTJ12cnvd5FkYfL8RRomwQQzwqjXXcnAdb6K9KBOzD8jKpfx27px9Zbza4SqDxoAYUIb_t/s1600/lexi+4zweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXoztb8jyOUmab3NU63j8dt49sEbqGqLX9RVA41Xosg2Il_Cq7qoavNtSE2Gl9byTJ12cnvd5FkYfL8RRomwQQzwqjXXcnAdb6K9KBOzD8jKpfx27px9Zbza4SqDxoAYUIb_t/s800/lexi+4zweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626632596498293826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity. </span><br />~Eleanor RooseveltAnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-7381501695838368272011-05-06T08:20:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:25:36.303-07:00Field Day for Queen V<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydy6-uhBg591ZdhbHkM8M3f7H0lLItAWUan9-Nq9qyQOoHHkZykIlQpSg_ijtqAVPNvQVnA2eRg1jIFmSDHOa3tNW5VvkrrqIVpKOoLz3jxTBRrJq_PPRbHpnSmJr0YKVzA8f/s1600/blog+templatezweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydy6-uhBg591ZdhbHkM8M3f7H0lLItAWUan9-Nq9qyQOoHHkZykIlQpSg_ijtqAVPNvQVnA2eRg1jIFmSDHOa3tNW5VvkrrqIVpKOoLz3jxTBRrJq_PPRbHpnSmJr0YKVzA8f/s800/blog+templatezweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626630804921683522" /></a><br />My favorite part about field day this year was being with Sadie. She is very, very funny. She makes me laugh. <br />Tug-of-war was my favorite sport. We won second place!!! <br />I got ribbons for tug-of-war, hippity hop, and golf ball search!<br />-Queen V.AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21235869.post-10547064753591842602011-05-01T08:04:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:20:07.008-07:00Latin Mass at St. Mary's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwrfWo1uozsFmJTVapfsqcmFhcFWwV-07KxJTIuAwn1upDiO8vFYSuCMIJbF0cldoBfHgAfK-UohhC3fVRUUL122A2Yq5QILfiJOLmHIYQ-VqvmgyRnHQ9qwfxmFqdbbRs60z/s1600/cross-30zweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwrfWo1uozsFmJTVapfsqcmFhcFWwV-07KxJTIuAwn1upDiO8vFYSuCMIJbF0cldoBfHgAfK-UohhC3fVRUUL122A2Yq5QILfiJOLmHIYQ-VqvmgyRnHQ9qwfxmFqdbbRs60z/s800/cross-30zweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626630288079402258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I am what is called a cradle Catholic. I was Baptised as an infant- like only 3 weeks old- and have gone to Mass every weekend since that time. I have missed only a handful of times since I received that sacrament. The only times I have missed have been when I had major surgery due to endometriosis or the birth of my 4 kids. I take pride in knowing that even when I didn't "feel" like going I went. If Jesus could go into the garden hours before he knew he was going to be crucified I can give one hour of my week to Him to thank him for the gifts and graces I have received. It is how I feel and what I teach my children...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg7g0qpmBsdSr4uiI9x1Nof_RGckwO-p9Kr3mqnq81HCWCBAMuC6Hh_t_Up5Zp4DNw7subZ-TGk9kI4TQlP1yAj_EsOk1CMfZG9Q330JLAm4K957ZdHC9b_TsGn3iebw67YuL/s1600/cross-36zweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg7g0qpmBsdSr4uiI9x1Nof_RGckwO-p9Kr3mqnq81HCWCBAMuC6Hh_t_Up5Zp4DNw7subZ-TGk9kI4TQlP1yAj_EsOk1CMfZG9Q330JLAm4K957ZdHC9b_TsGn3iebw67YuL/s800/cross-36zweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626627059832453298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Even though I have gone to Mass every weekend I had never attended a Latin Mass. The order of the Mass changed before I remember anything going on... my oldest brother and his son offer their services up to the Lord by helping with Latin Mass at <a href="http://stmarysftw.catholicweb.com/">St. Mary the Assumption</a> on Magnolia in Fort Worth. I went when my nephew was confirmed. It was quite different than how I attend Mass. I will have to go again with my brother so he can explain it all to me. My mom, of course, knew it all since this is how she celebrated Mass all through her childhood and young adulthood. It was very reverant and I can't wait for my brother to explain more to me since he understood so much more than I did.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2wXSDskntwBMMhwnmnkHQczpIjKMFhHfY0R6HXH9VEJ1sHTjr3-is75L-qxuU7E6AUa3kpGwRp0FiCaJkJpNmS8Gd7w9UOzQEitAORxT-yTc5sUnVPLV4Bk9hBwUZRDLwDUb/s1600/cross-37zweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2wXSDskntwBMMhwnmnkHQczpIjKMFhHfY0R6HXH9VEJ1sHTjr3-is75L-qxuU7E6AUa3kpGwRp0FiCaJkJpNmS8Gd7w9UOzQEitAORxT-yTc5sUnVPLV4Bk9hBwUZRDLwDUb/s800/cross-37zweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626627069741057346" border="0" /></a>AnneMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12092808192046103609noreply@blogger.com0