devastating loss on Easter (which still hasn't been repaired, by the way) I had to find a better place to keep the rosaries. And here it is. They're up out of reach, not going to tangle together, and yet still easily accessible. A little abnormal perhaps but it is working well.
We also started saying a decade of the rosary every night as part of our bedtime routine with the boys. Some nights it goes well. Some nights they're really restless. Some nights Littler nurses and Bigger looks at a book through it all. But they're so little you can't really expect them to focus like that. And it's developing the habit.
And in the meantime, the power of positive thinking:
"New York makes me happy"