Wordless Wednesday

Quote of the Day

Me:  "Peyton, did you brush your teeth?"

Peyton:  (exasperated)  "Yes!"

Me:  "Did I already ask you that?"

Peyton:  "Three times!"

Me:  "I'm sorry honey, Mama's getting old and old people forget things."

Peyton:  "I know.  Like that one time you forgot to get up.  You were in bed until like 10:00!"

I still have no idea what he was talking about, I don't recall sleeping in until 10:00 since I was a teenager, but he's convinced.  I feel like maybe I should start forgetting to get up though, just once in a while, it's kind of appealing.

(I'm really not kidding about the teenager thing, now that I think about it.  Keep in mind, I was still a teenager when I was married with a baby!)

Peyton's First Holy Communion - April 29th, 2012

It was really a  perfect day.  The weather was beautiful, the company cheerful, the food tasty, our family blessed.

The Mass was celebrated by a retired bishop, who is the great uncle of one of the First Communicants.  I thought we would miss our Monsignor terribly, but Bishop Harrington was delightful.

I can only think of one word that summarizes Peyton himself:  Special.  Our dear Fr. Joe was at their practice night earlier in the week, and he told me that Peyton stood out from the other kids because of an intensity and focus that clearly showed he understood the significance of what they were doing.  I believe him.  During his preparation, Peyton was just the right mix of nervous and excited to let me know that he got it, as well as any 8-year-old does.

At the end of the day, I asked him what the best part of the day was.  We were hours past Mass, and I was prepared to hear about a certain gift, or having lots of people at his party.  He thought for a second and said, "The Body.  It tastes better than I thought it would, and It melts in your mouth."  It was very much a little boy's take on things, but his response showed me that receiving our Lord for the first time was still fresh in his mind, and at the forefront of his day.  Love that boy.

He did receive some beautiful gifts, my mom was a huge help with dinner, and Father Joe came by for dessert, completing the day for us.  We are so blessed.

Happy Birthday Peyton!

 the birthday boy, the brothers, and a last-minute friend guest

 the light saber cake

the decorations (by Blake and Owen), me mopping in my apron at the last minute, grandpa,

and proof that I need to double check the result when I ask that someone get a picture of the decorations.

Happy 8th Birthday, Sweet Peyton!!