St Anthony

A opened his cabinet door this morning and pulled out his St Anthony prayer card.  I'm not sure how it got there, but I used to keep this prayer card in my kitchen for all of the stupid times I lost my wallet/keys/phone.  Remarkably, the prayer to St Anthony has worked for me on numerous occasions, especially when my wallet/keys/phone were in absurd location (like the one time my wallet was out on the grill with the house phone.)

A didn't really even play with the kitchen this morning, he just opened the cupboard, said some gibberish at the card, put it back in and went to play with his stacking cups. 

If you have something you have lost and need some help, here is the prayer to St Anthony.  You can implore him to ask Jesus to help you find it. 

O holy St. Anthony, gentlest of saints, your love for God and charity for his creatures made you worthy while on earth to possess miraculous powers. Miracles waited your word, which you were ever ready to speak for those in trouble or anxiety. Encouraged by this thought, I implore you to obtain for me the favor I seek in this novena (State your intention). The answer to my prayer may require a miracle; even so, you are the saint of miracles. O gentle and loving Saint Anthony, whose heart was ever full of human sympathy, whisper my petition into the ears of the Infant Jesus, who loved to be folded in your arms, and thee gratitude of my heart will always be yours.

And if that doesn't work, try calming manatee. *

www.calmingmanatee.com

*Note, these two options are not the same.  One is a religion practiced by millions for centuries, the other is a meme with cute pictures of an ocean dwelling animal and some encouraging phrases. 

Ball pit fresh from the yard.

This was the first a d very temporary location for our indoor ball pit. There was no containment for the balls and that is why we moved it to the corner of the kitchen.

Jenny escaped out the front door while I tried to bring in the turtle. Of course it didn't fit and I dumped all the balls into the vestibule. A must have seen me use the snow shovel to get them all in the house which is why he was using it in the video from earlier this week. I swung the shovel at Jenny as she shoved past me and leapt over the balls to the porch. I'm not sure why, hitting her with a shovel wouldn't have stopped her or helped her to make better life decisions. Neighbor Bob brought her home awhile later. (8 no this pregnant, 12° outside, 15 mo. old baby and a car covered in ice, heck no was I interested in or able to chase her. No signs of dead squirrels have been reported since her adventure.

That paragraph was very stream of consciousness. I'm kind of distracted as I type. Anyhoo... here are some pics.

Sweeping beans

Indoor ball pit

Here is A playing with his ball pit and greeting Da at the end of a long day's work.

You also can get a pretty good idea of what our 1st floor is like.

Playing on the new kitchen floor

Shopping for our own stuff

We went to Construction Junction (the re-use construction materials store) and were looking at sinks.  Tim found our old kitchen sink we had donated on the shelf for sale.  We knew it was ours by the thick coat of plaster and brick dust that covered the whole thing. 

Yogurt

Happy 15th Months Attison!