A neat little backstory about the wedding DJ whom I briefly mentioned in the post about our five year anniversary:
Back when I was in elementary school my mom was often in charge of organizing the office Christmas party for her company. I used to tag along to help out, and was always blown away by the spectacular DJ named Baron Bacon who had a gift for getting the crowd moving and making sure that everyone had a rip-roaring good time throughout the event. One time when I was 11 years old I went up to him as he was packing up his equipment after the event and said, “Mr. Bacon, if I ever get married would you be the DJ at my wedding reception?” He laughed and patted me on the head and said yes.
I never forgot him, and the first thing I did when I started planning our reception was to Google his name. And, sure enough, 15 years after that night I asked him about it, he was the DJ at my wedding reception.
How great is this little video of the Litany of the Saints?
I often find myself singing it around the house (especially on rough days). And I’ll just go ahead and admit that I usually get teary-eyed when I watch the video. Just seeing the pictures of some of my favorite saints (Juan Diego, Elizabeth Ann Seton, Francis de Sales) gets me choked up every time.
You know you’re about to have a bad day when you realize you don’t know where your one-year-old is, and it simultaneously registers that you’ve been hearing giggling and splashing coming from the half bathroom for a while.
Do they make antibacterial firehoses for when you find babies elbow-deep in toilet water?
I promised I’d update about trying to make Sunday a day of rest. Here’s the update: it’s harder than I thought it would be.
What this experiment has revealed is that I have more on my plate than I could realistically do in seven days, so to try to take out a day throws everything into chaos. In order to really have a day of rest I’m going to have to make some serious cuts in what I try to get done each week…which is tough. Will update more later.
To add to the list of Things I’ve Learned the Hard Way: It’s a dangerous combination to have spell checker auto-check your emails before sending if you frequently write while distracted and in a hurry. I barely caught an email to my friend Arpita that, after I hastily accepted a suggested change from spell check, began, “Hey Armpit, good to hear from you!” And I lamented to my husband yesterday that “I feel like a schema” for forgetting someone’s birthday, when actually I felt like a schmo.
Yesterday while waiting to pick the kids up from Mother’s Day Out I saw a mom with a one-year-old, waiting to pick up her child. I overheard her mention to a friend that she needs recipe ideas for a dinner party she’s hosting as part of a dinner club she and her friends do — every month they get together and have a family dinner party, rotating houses each time.
Taking the opportunity to make a grand, unfounded assumption in order to indulge in needless self-pity and validate my own laziness, I thought, “I’d love to do something like that, but [dramatic sigh] there’s no way. But I’d be all over it if I only had two kids like she does!”
I ended up striking up a conversation with her and found out that she had pregnancies at almost the exact same times I did, only one of them was twins. So when her youngest was born last year she had four under three. Consider me humbled.
I actually never intended for every post like this to have exactly seven tidbits. It’s just so happened to work out that way every time so far.
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