O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
~William Shakespeare, King Henry VI
A thankful heart is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others. ~Cicero
If the only prayer you say in your whole life is "thank you," that would suffice. ~Meister Eckehart (Christian mystic)
God loves a cheerful giver. She gives most who gives with joy. The best way to show our gratitude to God and the people is to accept everything with joy. ~Mother Theresa
There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. ~Albert Einstein
I will praise God's name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving. ~Psalm 69:30
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
College Concerns
I'm getting nervous.
B19, in his first semester of college, is struggling. (I wasn't sure about going public with this, but he has, on Facebook, so I guess I can comment.)
The first semester of college is a big adjustment for most kids, and that's even more true for one who has required a fair amount of assistance throughout high school. But I'm worried that this may be more than just an adjustment issue. We are questioning whether full-time college is the right fit for B19, and whether we should keep on paying for it.
I know that other parents find themselves faced with the same decision, when their student is suffering from lack of motivation or priorities. But they usually know that their child is capable of doing the work, if he or she were making good choices. We're just not sure about B19's ability to make it through four years of college. He's having difficulty following through on some of the basics, like turning in difficult assignments, or signing up for tutoring help, and in one class, he never told us that he didn't have the book and software that he needed to do the assignments. (He ended up having to drop it, taking him from 12 hours down to 9 hours, making those 9 credits very expensive ones.) He has to take more than 12 hours a semester, or the overall cost becomes ridiculous, but we're unsure if he'll be able to handle much more. And he's gained a lot of weight from eating in the dining hall.
He's now signed up for a weekly check-in with a mentor at the tutoring center, and I have asked his adviser for some assessment and her input on whether he should continue. We're just in a wait-and-see position.
College has been a positive experience for him, and I don't regret sending him. But we do need wisdom about whether to let him continue as a full-time, on-campus student. It might be a better use of resources to have him live at home and take a class or two at a time, and there's a higher probability that he could be successful at that pace. But that decision would raise many other issues, such as how he'll get to classes or to work, and how we help him become more independent in the long term. It puts responsibility for him back on our shoulders, in many ways...not that sending him to college removed it, but we had hoped that it would begin to transfer to him.
So pray with us and for us. And I'd love to hear any advice, wisdom, or experience anyone has to offer!
B19, in his first semester of college, is struggling. (I wasn't sure about going public with this, but he has, on Facebook, so I guess I can comment.)
The first semester of college is a big adjustment for most kids, and that's even more true for one who has required a fair amount of assistance throughout high school. But I'm worried that this may be more than just an adjustment issue. We are questioning whether full-time college is the right fit for B19, and whether we should keep on paying for it.
I know that other parents find themselves faced with the same decision, when their student is suffering from lack of motivation or priorities. But they usually know that their child is capable of doing the work, if he or she were making good choices. We're just not sure about B19's ability to make it through four years of college. He's having difficulty following through on some of the basics, like turning in difficult assignments, or signing up for tutoring help, and in one class, he never told us that he didn't have the book and software that he needed to do the assignments. (He ended up having to drop it, taking him from 12 hours down to 9 hours, making those 9 credits very expensive ones.) He has to take more than 12 hours a semester, or the overall cost becomes ridiculous, but we're unsure if he'll be able to handle much more. And he's gained a lot of weight from eating in the dining hall.
He's now signed up for a weekly check-in with a mentor at the tutoring center, and I have asked his adviser for some assessment and her input on whether he should continue. We're just in a wait-and-see position.
College has been a positive experience for him, and I don't regret sending him. But we do need wisdom about whether to let him continue as a full-time, on-campus student. It might be a better use of resources to have him live at home and take a class or two at a time, and there's a higher probability that he could be successful at that pace. But that decision would raise many other issues, such as how he'll get to classes or to work, and how we help him become more independent in the long term. It puts responsibility for him back on our shoulders, in many ways...not that sending him to college removed it, but we had hoped that it would begin to transfer to him.
So pray with us and for us. And I'd love to hear any advice, wisdom, or experience anyone has to offer!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Blondechick's 18th Birthday Party
Let it never be said that I am an uptight mother. Or an obsessive-compulsive house-cleaner. Or that I never let my kids do anything.
I now have proof-positive to the contrary.
Last night, I allowed Blondechick and B15 to host about 20 friends for a dance party in our basement, in honor of Blondechick's 18th birthday. And not just your regular dance party. Of course, we had loud music, kids yelling even louder and lots of groovin' and jumping around. But to make our dance party extra-fun and extra-cool...we had glow juice.
Glow juice is what comes out of a glow stick--or glow necklace, bracelet or wand; you know, the kind they sell at amusement parks after dark?--when you bend it in half and then break it open.
You can sprinkle it all over your clothes and rub it in your hair. You can splash it on the walls and the carpet. And when you turn out the lights, it looks REALLY cool.
I know. My basement walls and carpet are covered with it.
When we discussed this idea, we knew, anecdotally, that the stuff disappears after a few hours. Like the necklaces that you put in the freezer to try to keep them glowing for another day? They never work again.
And we knew that the t-shirt that Blondechick wore when they did this at Honey Rock, the Christian camp she went to over a year ago, was fine afterward. No stains were visible even before it was washed, and it sat around for days while she finished out the time at camp.
So I guess that's why I agreed. Not to mention that we were at a loss for other 18th birthday party ideas we both liked. And it sounded like good, clean (or not-so-clean) fun.
I had expected that most of the juice would go on clothes and hair, but when I peeked in the basement and saw how someone had decorated the walls and floor with it...I began to have misgivings.
But at that point, there was nothing to say but "Cool!"
Later when the kids came upstairs, hot and thirsty, for soda and some fresh air, they gave me more reasons to be nervous. The yellow glow juice barely showed up on their white t-shirts, but the pink...and the orange...looked definitely stained. Like, it would still be a stain, even after it stopped glowing; although it would probably come out in the wash, judging from how easily the stuff washed off hands.
Two kids told me that if we needed a cleaning crew afterwards, they could help. I was grateful for their offer, but it did nothing to allay my growing fears about the state of my carpet.
At least we were already planning to paint the basement walls.
Well, it's Saturday morning and Blondechick and her friends are cleaning up streamers and broken glow sticks in the basement. The regular light bulbs are screwed in again--we had only a blacklight bulb screwed in last night--and incredibly, the carpet looks stain-free. (Feels a little sticky in places, though.)
The only evidence of the party that the carpet reveals this morning is tiny glitters of glass. We didn't realize that inside the plastic, there is a glass tube that you break when you bend the glow stick. Sometimes, as you pour out the juice, some glass splinters fall out too.
Fortunately none of the kids were seriously cut, but we did stop and vacuum halfway through the evening, after someone realized it was glass that was crunching underfoot. Ouch.
We also discovered that large quantities of activated glow juice in an enclosed space create fumes which get a little hard to breathe after awhile. (Non-toxic, I was assured by a quick check on the internet.)
They liked the taco bar and the ice cream sundae bar--more conventional party fare. The boys left by 11 or so, and the girls slept over.
I think Blondechick was pretty happy with her party.
Even if I had a few nervous moments, myself.
I now have proof-positive to the contrary.
Last night, I allowed Blondechick and B15 to host about 20 friends for a dance party in our basement, in honor of Blondechick's 18th birthday. And not just your regular dance party. Of course, we had loud music, kids yelling even louder and lots of groovin' and jumping around. But to make our dance party extra-fun and extra-cool...we had glow juice.
Glow juice is what comes out of a glow stick--or glow necklace, bracelet or wand; you know, the kind they sell at amusement parks after dark?--when you bend it in half and then break it open.
You can sprinkle it all over your clothes and rub it in your hair. You can splash it on the walls and the carpet. And when you turn out the lights, it looks REALLY cool.
I know. My basement walls and carpet are covered with it.
When we discussed this idea, we knew, anecdotally, that the stuff disappears after a few hours. Like the necklaces that you put in the freezer to try to keep them glowing for another day? They never work again.
And we knew that the t-shirt that Blondechick wore when they did this at Honey Rock, the Christian camp she went to over a year ago, was fine afterward. No stains were visible even before it was washed, and it sat around for days while she finished out the time at camp.
So I guess that's why I agreed. Not to mention that we were at a loss for other 18th birthday party ideas we both liked. And it sounded like good, clean (or not-so-clean) fun.
I had expected that most of the juice would go on clothes and hair, but when I peeked in the basement and saw how someone had decorated the walls and floor with it...I began to have misgivings.
But at that point, there was nothing to say but "Cool!"
Later when the kids came upstairs, hot and thirsty, for soda and some fresh air, they gave me more reasons to be nervous. The yellow glow juice barely showed up on their white t-shirts, but the pink...and the orange...looked definitely stained. Like, it would still be a stain, even after it stopped glowing; although it would probably come out in the wash, judging from how easily the stuff washed off hands.
Two kids told me that if we needed a cleaning crew afterwards, they could help. I was grateful for their offer, but it did nothing to allay my growing fears about the state of my carpet.
At least we were already planning to paint the basement walls.
Well, it's Saturday morning and Blondechick and her friends are cleaning up streamers and broken glow sticks in the basement. The regular light bulbs are screwed in again--we had only a blacklight bulb screwed in last night--and incredibly, the carpet looks stain-free. (Feels a little sticky in places, though.)
The only evidence of the party that the carpet reveals this morning is tiny glitters of glass. We didn't realize that inside the plastic, there is a glass tube that you break when you bend the glow stick. Sometimes, as you pour out the juice, some glass splinters fall out too.
Fortunately none of the kids were seriously cut, but we did stop and vacuum halfway through the evening, after someone realized it was glass that was crunching underfoot. Ouch.
We also discovered that large quantities of activated glow juice in an enclosed space create fumes which get a little hard to breathe after awhile. (Non-toxic, I was assured by a quick check on the internet.)
They liked the taco bar and the ice cream sundae bar--more conventional party fare. The boys left by 11 or so, and the girls slept over.
I think Blondechick was pretty happy with her party.
Even if I had a few nervous moments, myself.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
On Writing and Blogging and Home Education
I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything personal or devotional. The main reason for that is lack of time, of course. This year has been better than last year in terms of stress--I am not spread so thin, trying to do so many different things--but the things I am focused on this year have been just as time-consuming. I am spending many hours a day with my three home-taught kids, especially on the tedious tasks of teaching one to read, bringing a beginning reader up to speed, drilling math facts, helping my 6th grader with writing projects, and sitting at the piano with one or another, lending confidence or help as new songs are learned. I have done this before, of course, but there is more required work and more accountability this particular time around, with the virtual schools that two are enrolled in, and the desire to please our fabulous piano teacher and continue the wonderful progress that B11 and Chicklet are making.
So I am thanking God for the time and energy I have right now to do this, and the patience He is giving me...because I'm not sure I'm going to make it through the whole school year this gracefully! It feels like so many other things in my life are piling up while I invest this time, which I trust and pray will pay off with more independent abilities as the school year goes by. I really don't like this beginning-level stuff, and I can feel the impatience and frustration under the surface sometimes. And I know that my biggest need is time for me.
I used to use blogging as an outlet, a creative escape, and even a way to get in touch with things I didn't know I thought or felt until I started exploring them in writing. I used to find time to take one morning a week for a "sanity break," or stay up late to write a blog post or catch up on tasks.
But it just hasn't been happening for me lately. None of my kids are in a theater production this session, so I'm not taking the time while they are at rehearsals to write, as I used to. Instead, for the last six weeks, I've had lesson plans to write and examples to find for the writing class I've been teaching at our homeschool group's enrichment classes, and I've had a few Sunday School lessons to plan, too. Spiritually and emotionally, I have been preoccupied with cares that aren't really bloggable--meaning "able to be shared with the whole world." And I just had to quit reading other blogs nearly two years ago, so I'm lacking that inspiration.
Then a friend suggested we start meeting once a month to talk about our writing goals. Though a part of me laughed at the thought of having any, I knew it might be an opportunity to stir the pot, so to speak, and I certainly wanted to encourage her.
What it's done has got me thinking about me, especially the part of me that has gotten lost somewhere in the busyness of being a mom, a homeschool teacher, a wife, a pastor's wife, and a church leader. There are so many demands on my time coming from all these roles; it's ridiculous to think about time spent on anything else. But suddenly I am feeling urges to develop talents I was only beginning to discover, once upon a time. I had promised myself that I could always go on and study further the oboe, the saxophone, piano, singing, drawing, painting, speaking, teaching and writing--all things I enjoyed and was good at.
It seems impossible, right now, to find time or money to sign up for classes or lessons. I don't know if I could even choose one of these things that I really, really want to pick up again. Writing seems the obvious one to keep developing, right here on my blog. I know there is so much more I could do with it, if I really wanted to develop my identity and make a place for myself as a blogger, but that takes time, as much as it would to develop myself as a free-lance writer, novel author, screenwriter, playwriter or poet--all forms of writing I've considered trying.
But time I don't have...and time is also running out, in a sense. My life is halfway over. I'm trying to live it as faithfully as possible, and I will never regret the hours I have poured into my children. It was such a pat on the back to attend parent-teacher conferences at the Christian school, for Blondechick17 and B15. Teacher after teacher went out of their way to assure me that I had really wonderful kids. They had good things to say about their academics, but it seems the main thing they wanted to convey were positive comments about their character, peer relations and work ethic. Several times it came up that BC and B15 had been homeschooled up until last year, and each teacher registered surprise--they hadn't realized that--and then approval--"Well, you did a really good job!"
I hope that doesn't come across as bragging, but I need to record those words, for me. All the years of doing my best and worrying that it wasn't enough, it wasn't as thorough as it should have been or as comprehensive as they would have had in school, and knowing how much more I could have done if there had only been more time, or fewer younger siblings. And they are turning out all right academically and in more important ways. That's huge.
B15 encouraged me recently, too. He's become friends with another family who homeschooled until this year; they just put all their kids in the Christian school, and he just commented on what good friends the siblings were, and then remarked that other students are always surprised at what good friends he and Blondechick are. She has noted the same thing. And it gives me another reason to keep putting in the time with their three younger siblings.
It's all a balance between gifts, callings and time.
Time is short, and I am out of it now.
How do YOU balance the three?
So I am thanking God for the time and energy I have right now to do this, and the patience He is giving me...because I'm not sure I'm going to make it through the whole school year this gracefully! It feels like so many other things in my life are piling up while I invest this time, which I trust and pray will pay off with more independent abilities as the school year goes by. I really don't like this beginning-level stuff, and I can feel the impatience and frustration under the surface sometimes. And I know that my biggest need is time for me.
I used to use blogging as an outlet, a creative escape, and even a way to get in touch with things I didn't know I thought or felt until I started exploring them in writing. I used to find time to take one morning a week for a "sanity break," or stay up late to write a blog post or catch up on tasks.
But it just hasn't been happening for me lately. None of my kids are in a theater production this session, so I'm not taking the time while they are at rehearsals to write, as I used to. Instead, for the last six weeks, I've had lesson plans to write and examples to find for the writing class I've been teaching at our homeschool group's enrichment classes, and I've had a few Sunday School lessons to plan, too. Spiritually and emotionally, I have been preoccupied with cares that aren't really bloggable--meaning "able to be shared with the whole world." And I just had to quit reading other blogs nearly two years ago, so I'm lacking that inspiration.
Then a friend suggested we start meeting once a month to talk about our writing goals. Though a part of me laughed at the thought of having any, I knew it might be an opportunity to stir the pot, so to speak, and I certainly wanted to encourage her.
What it's done has got me thinking about me, especially the part of me that has gotten lost somewhere in the busyness of being a mom, a homeschool teacher, a wife, a pastor's wife, and a church leader. There are so many demands on my time coming from all these roles; it's ridiculous to think about time spent on anything else. But suddenly I am feeling urges to develop talents I was only beginning to discover, once upon a time. I had promised myself that I could always go on and study further the oboe, the saxophone, piano, singing, drawing, painting, speaking, teaching and writing--all things I enjoyed and was good at.
It seems impossible, right now, to find time or money to sign up for classes or lessons. I don't know if I could even choose one of these things that I really, really want to pick up again. Writing seems the obvious one to keep developing, right here on my blog. I know there is so much more I could do with it, if I really wanted to develop my identity and make a place for myself as a blogger, but that takes time, as much as it would to develop myself as a free-lance writer, novel author, screenwriter, playwriter or poet--all forms of writing I've considered trying.
But time I don't have...and time is also running out, in a sense. My life is halfway over. I'm trying to live it as faithfully as possible, and I will never regret the hours I have poured into my children. It was such a pat on the back to attend parent-teacher conferences at the Christian school, for Blondechick17 and B15. Teacher after teacher went out of their way to assure me that I had really wonderful kids. They had good things to say about their academics, but it seems the main thing they wanted to convey were positive comments about their character, peer relations and work ethic. Several times it came up that BC and B15 had been homeschooled up until last year, and each teacher registered surprise--they hadn't realized that--and then approval--"Well, you did a really good job!"
I hope that doesn't come across as bragging, but I need to record those words, for me. All the years of doing my best and worrying that it wasn't enough, it wasn't as thorough as it should have been or as comprehensive as they would have had in school, and knowing how much more I could have done if there had only been more time, or fewer younger siblings. And they are turning out all right academically and in more important ways. That's huge.
B15 encouraged me recently, too. He's become friends with another family who homeschooled until this year; they just put all their kids in the Christian school, and he just commented on what good friends the siblings were, and then remarked that other students are always surprised at what good friends he and Blondechick are. She has noted the same thing. And it gives me another reason to keep putting in the time with their three younger siblings.
It's all a balance between gifts, callings and time.
Time is short, and I am out of it now.
How do YOU balance the three?
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Weekend of Celebration
It was a big weekend at Light of Christ! Six weeks of membership classes culminated with an "instructed Eucharist" on Saturday morning--a walk through our Sunday morning liturgy with commentary by Father Rooster. Then on Sunday morning we received our new members and had three baptisms, so the church was full of extended family members. Fittingly, it was All Saints' Sunday, when we remember all who are part of the kingdom of God, especially those who have gone on before us. For many of us, the baptismal celebration extended into the afternoon, as we enjoyed the company of family and friends.
To further the celebration, we kicked off the weekend with an all-church meal, dance and talent show!
Performances ran the gamut, from Shakespeare....
to downright silly.
We had beginning musicians...
...and professional musicians.
We had a karate exhibition...
and a fight/dance!
Rock'n'roll...
and our very own worship band.
We'll give 'em a few years before we turn 'em loose on Sunday mornings, but it was exciting to hear these beginners get it together and pull it off. They sounded great!
We ended with fun music for kids and adults alike to be-bop. boogie or just run around to. We also enjoyed the talents of our chefs and bakers. Yummmm.
What fun to just have fun together!
To further the celebration, we kicked off the weekend with an all-church meal, dance and talent show!
Performances ran the gamut, from Shakespeare....
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| (my father-in-law as Shylock from The Merchant of Venice) |
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| Dad and sons perform a Spike Jones number. |
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| Chicklet8 gives her first public performance. (She also played an orphan in a girls' skit, which is why she is dressed in a t-shirt from the rag basket!) |
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| This grandfather plays regularly at weddings and funerals. |
and a fight/dance!
Rock'n'roll...
and our very own worship band.
We'll give 'em a few years before we turn 'em loose on Sunday mornings, but it was exciting to hear these beginners get it together and pull it off. They sounded great!
We ended with fun music for kids and adults alike to be-bop. boogie or just run around to. We also enjoyed the talents of our chefs and bakers. Yummmm.
What fun to just have fun together!
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Cross Country & Concert Choir
What can you say about cross country? It's a lot of running.
Here's Bantam15, competing in a 5K, near the beginning of the course.
Here he looks like he's working a little harder, doesn't he?
He ended up liking cross country better than he did at the beginning. He was naturally pretty good at it. He never trained like most of the other team members, since he was tied up in soccer practices instead, and still posted respectable times. Now he's thinking maybe he'll try it again next year.
And what can you say about choir? It's a lot of singing.
Here's Bantam15, competing in a 5K, near the beginning of the course.
He ended up liking cross country better than he did at the beginning. He was naturally pretty good at it. He never trained like most of the other team members, since he was tied up in soccer practices instead, and still posted respectable times. Now he's thinking maybe he'll try it again next year.
And what can you say about choir? It's a lot of singing.
This was the first year for both Blondechick17 and Bantam15 to sing together in the high school concert choir. (They're both just left of the right-hand microphone; she's in the front row, he's two heads above hers.)
Show choir, on the other hand, involves more than just singing.
(Click to enlarge: Blondechick is in the front row, far left; B15 is the tall guy in the center.)
Somehow, Blondechick talked B15 into doing show choir with her. I don't know what he thought he was getting into. He came home after one of the practices saying he was going to drop out after the concert, because it was all CHOREOGRAPHY--uttered as if the word itself had a bad taste.
But he changed his tune later on. Said it was fun, once he actually knew the dance.
What teenage guy doesn't love him a little air guitar?
The choir is raising money to go to San Diego next March to perform and compete. (Donations accepted!)
Monday, November 01, 2010
Annual Dress-up Occasion
No, we don't "celebrate" Halloween. But we do allow our children to play dress-up and go door-to-door begging for treats. It's the annual costume parade!
Resale shops are a costumer's paradise in October. We used to have a helmet, shield and breastplate like this when B19 was about B5's age; it fell into disrepair with two more younger brothers. It was nice to find that same set for B5!
Little girls generally have to go no farther than their dress-up drawer. Chicklet wore this costume at her dance recital last May. Add wings, gold sandals and a flower in her hair, and she's a fairy! Blondechick17 curled her hair and did her eye makeup.
But Bantam11 had the idea of going as an Angel of the Lord--particularly the Captain of the Host, from the card game Redemption. He told me to watch for extra-large wings when I was at a resale shop, and figured he could wrap up in a white sheet and grab a sword from the weapon box and be good to go. But with two days left, we had no suitable wings. At the most likely resale shop, I had only seen itsy-bitsy fairy wings and large maroon-colored wings.
So after piano lessons, we stopped at a least-likely thrift store nearby. At first glance, it looked like they had little to nothing in the way of a costume rack. Suddenly, white wings caught my eye. The wings were great, but the white gown looked a little girly. It was trimmed in white feathers around the neck and sleeves, to match the wings, and it was a little small for B11. We were also a little dubious about the halo hairband that came with it. But at least we had his wings!
As we turned to leave, we spotted a few more costumes on a nearby rack--including a different angel costume. What were the odds? Especially at a store with hardly any costumes to begin with! Instead of a halo, it had a crown headband, and the gown was generously sized, with no girly trimmings. It was a lot cheaper than the first costume, but the wings were much smaller. (They became the basis for Chicklet's fairy costume, above.) I agreed to pay for them both...then discovered, as the sale was rung up, that all costumes were half-price.
Ya think maybe God was smiling on an eleven-year-old boy who really wanted to dress up as an Angel of the Lord for Halloween?
Resale shops are a costumer's paradise in October. We used to have a helmet, shield and breastplate like this when B19 was about B5's age; it fell into disrepair with two more younger brothers. It was nice to find that same set for B5!
Little girls generally have to go no farther than their dress-up drawer. Chicklet wore this costume at her dance recital last May. Add wings, gold sandals and a flower in her hair, and she's a fairy! Blondechick17 curled her hair and did her eye makeup.
But Bantam11 had the idea of going as an Angel of the Lord--particularly the Captain of the Host, from the card game Redemption. He told me to watch for extra-large wings when I was at a resale shop, and figured he could wrap up in a white sheet and grab a sword from the weapon box and be good to go. But with two days left, we had no suitable wings. At the most likely resale shop, I had only seen itsy-bitsy fairy wings and large maroon-colored wings.
So after piano lessons, we stopped at a least-likely thrift store nearby. At first glance, it looked like they had little to nothing in the way of a costume rack. Suddenly, white wings caught my eye. The wings were great, but the white gown looked a little girly. It was trimmed in white feathers around the neck and sleeves, to match the wings, and it was a little small for B11. We were also a little dubious about the halo hairband that came with it. But at least we had his wings!
As we turned to leave, we spotted a few more costumes on a nearby rack--including a different angel costume. What were the odds? Especially at a store with hardly any costumes to begin with! Instead of a halo, it had a crown headband, and the gown was generously sized, with no girly trimmings. It was a lot cheaper than the first costume, but the wings were much smaller. (They became the basis for Chicklet's fairy costume, above.) I agreed to pay for them both...then discovered, as the sale was rung up, that all costumes were half-price.
Ya think maybe God was smiling on an eleven-year-old boy who really wanted to dress up as an Angel of the Lord for Halloween?
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