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Advent Happenings

I am very behind in posting this. Advent has been flying by. This year I tried my best to be crafty, but it has totally backfired. I had planned on making Jesse Tree Ornaments using felt, to be placed on our Christmas tree, but it did not work out at all! Next yearI think I will go back to the Jesse Tree idea I used last year.



Other than that, our Advent activities have been very simple. We have continued to pray a decade of the rosary every morning. And after the rosary, the boys each get to choose one book from our book basket. The book basket is stocked with recommended on the Serendipity blog. At night, we light the Advent wreath and pray from The Season of Light by Jay Cormier.


Now that have entered the O Antiphons, I have attempted the felt ornaments again. We will finish these for the O Antiphons and then I think I should retire my hot glue gun permanently! We are also doing some of the O Antiphon activities mentioned on Waltzing Matilda. The boys are anxiously waiting to decorate the graham cracker houses!

And, this is the first week we have made any baked goods! I am trying to eat healthy and so what mom does, the family does. But today, we were making Christmas presents. Remember the cake recipe I mentioned here? Well, I have made mini cakes using this recipe to give as Christmas gifts.



This week we also made our traditional reindeer pictures out of feet and hand prints. Of course, J and K loved mushing their feet and hands into paint. A? Not so much!


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