Sunday

The day started with lots of throw up and ended with lots of crying. But in between was a wonderful day of play. Since Henry and I skipped Liturgy due to projectile vomiting (him, not me), it was decided that we must immediately assemble a spy army. The purpose of the spy army is to spy on sleeping people and we must only speak in whispers.

The army is assembled. Whispers only, please.

After the vomiting subsided, it was business as usual around here.

Rulers were looked through and bread was baked.

Babies were moody and brothers were silly.

Milk was consumed in large quanities. Never fear, Monday is milk day.

James decided we must take some pictures. First he wanted one with Papa and Margaret.

Then with Mama and Margaret.

Here comes Isaac. Quick Isaac, come get in the picture!

I hear Henry coming down the steps. Henry! Come take a picture with Mama, Margaret, Isaac and me!

After this was done, James wanted to repeat the process with Papa in the pictures instead of me, but I think everyone was pictured out by this time.

And dinner was ready. It was a great Sunday.