sweet honesty or a sock to the ego, you be the judge

King shaved his hair (what's left of it) with the shortest blade last night.  It's easier for him to deal with going bald, I suppose.  Plus, I agree with him that it looks neater and cleaner. 
He hadn't cut it this short in quite awhile, and he was interested in getting the opinion of the kids.  So, this morning, no 5 comes in and King leans the top of his noggin toward her and says, "Rub the top of my head and tell me what it feels like."

She obliges and then, relatively unimpressed, says, "Mm, it's still just greasy and pointed."

and how sweet is she? 100%

The Fifth Station was announced, "Simon Helps Carry the Cross."

No. 5:  "Someone?"

Me:  "No, sweetie.  Simon.  The man who helped carry the cross was named Simon."

No. 5:  She looked impressed and then said, "How nice is he?  100 percent!"

after just five votes

Habemus Papam~

 

 

Francis the First!

 

I don't know much about Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, but his humble demeanor won me over today.

So, I must trust that this election was divinely inspired and as one person said previously:

Well played, Holy Spirit.  Well played.

 

It's so uniquely and richly wonderful being Catholic.

 

 

and, ps... is it just me, or does he look a smidge like a thinner, glasses-wearing version of John XXIII? 

meh

ur·sine /ˈərˌsin/ Adj: of, relating to, or resembling bears. Synonyms: bearish

Imma be honest, I just don't feel like doing any of it anymore.  I mean, I'm ok, so nobody don't get all worried and such, it's just that my inner ursine is crying out for a long winter's nap.

Since the odds that King and the kids are going to let me sleep through the rest of March are pretty slim, I'm going to up the iron supplement and see if that'll help.  In the meantime, I'll keep plugging along.  But, suffice it to say that this Momma Bear is ready for Spring.