This past Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Lenten season. I decided that I would give up Starbucks, which in turn means Shyla will be giving it up as well.
Here we are enjoying our last Starbucks, on Fat Tuesday, and looking sad when they empty:
Ash Wednesday happened to me my monthly curriculum meeting which meant my mom picked up the girls. She took them to get ashes but Shyla refused. At least she didn't yell at Father Harry this year. Harper, of course, was agreeable and got her ashes, then I stopped after my meeting as well.
It was nice to actually be able to reflect before getting my ashes, instead of the normal rush and trying to keep the children out of the fire.
Wish us luck....