Call of Duty Mom

Potty Training...

2011-10-25T10:47:00.000-05:00

Life lessons hit me the most through my children, and for this I thank God. Right now we are working on potty training a two year old. A two year old who knows what's going on, and removes his soiled clothes and brings them to me with an, "Ut oh, uck!"

In between the 'ut oh's' we attempt to get him to eliminate on the toilet with no success. We keep placing him there in hopes that he will soon succeed. Well today came another 'ah ha' moment of life with God. In between the ut oh's of our life, He keeps putting us on the toilet so to speak, in hopes that we succeed. Is there a virtue in our lives in need of training? If we are open, we are constantly being trained to love, to be gentle...the list goes on for whatever virtue we must be trained in. Like a child, God puts us in situations hoping that we, too, learn and succeed. At first we won't enjoy being there, and we'll have a lot of "ut oh, uck's" in between, but if we submit our will and listen to the heavenly cheers, we too will succeed!

My June Bugs in July

2011-07-27T00:00:00.002-05:00

Too Two..

2011-07-20T15:54:00.000-05:00

Too Hungry

Too Messy

Too Cute

Too Colorful

Too Sweet

Too Hot

Too Sleepy

Too Blessed

We Love To Keep

Our Two Year Old!

Happy Birthday!

The Chicken Dance

2011-07-19T09:07:00.000-05:00

Thanks to some friends on an acreage, we were able to experience butchering chickens. From catching and beheading, to scalding and de-feathering, to cutting and gutting, and finally packaging - We had a productive AND fun night with family and friends!

My oldest son gave new meaning to the chicken dance!

And I have made my first batch of 'Real' Chicken stock!

Due to a nursing a baby, I tried to 'chicken out' of the beheading, but my husband would not allow such cowardliness.

Thank you dear man, for once again, encouraging me to step into the unknown...

Leading me in the dance we call life-

I love you!

Rainy day...

2011-07-12T16:09:00.000-05:00

What do you do on a rainy day? I would say my boys are enjoying the peaceful steady raindrops outside.

I am enjoying the raindrops from the peace inside. This photo was taken from the view from my house, and its a much better sight than our yard. I do like the upkeep of our wonderful neighbors, but I also wish I could return the favor of a view from their house. Inside and out, I'm wondering where to start. So yes, a blog post...to rev up the motivation within. Then to my kitchen.

As I work on perseverance, this is how I feel:

Trying to stay focused, keeping my eyes on the present journey, and hoping our Father is there giving me the strength needed for the task at hand, and smiling...

Reading Dates

2011-07-08T14:27:00.000-05:00

Reading is way better when it's shared with baby time:

2011-07-07T22:49:00.001-05:00

Mobile blogging...who knew? I'm giving it a try.

Time for a new Doctor?

2011-06-04T00:10:00.001-05:00

On the way to a doctor appointment this week, my 3 year old had a brilliant plan!

"Mom, you need to change doctors!"
Why?
"You need to see 'that mom's' doctor because her doctor got her baby out and your's isn't!"

I really wish it was that simple...
For now, I will stick it out. My doctor assured the lad that he would let our baby come out next Thur. Five more days...unless God thinks otherwise. I'd be ok with that, too. ;)

IN the meantime, this weekend, I'll be watching soccer, and more soccer. With a mix of cleaning- mostly sweating soccer uniforms...You get the picture.

Cops and robbers...

2011-06-03T12:09:00.000-05:00

Upon arriving home on the last day of school, my kids with some friends decided to get a good game of cops and robbers going. I kept glancing out at their play, smiling...until I saw this:

It's kinda eerie, don't you think...

Until you get yourself together and realize he actually fell asleep while his sister was pushing him on the swings.

Off to your bed young man!

In a world of boys (and girls) we must keep up the Good Fight...

yet rest so we can be prepared for yet another battle.

Just in 'Slime' For Easter

2011-04-11T16:44:00.000-05:00

Kneed something to do?

My boys recently made some slime, or silly puddy, or goo, or whatever you call it. The concoction has kept my kids rolling with laughter and creativity.

Mix:

1c. washable school glue

1c. water

and paint

(like life, I didn't see exactly how much they put in)

*note: our red paint made the slime hot pink

mix in separate bowl:

1c water

.5c Borax

Combine Mixtures

It's a bit gooey at first

But as it changes

It gets less sticky

And more strong...

Pizza anyone?

Runaway slime...

Whoopie Cushion?

Whatever your mind imagines...

When you're done, keep it in a plastic bag and bring it out later!

(You may need to add a touch of water to keep it pliable.)

We too can be a bit sticky at times, but when we combine our 'colorful acts' with some cleaning solution (Reconciliation), God's mercy and grace bring joy and strength to stay focused and keep working.

Let's make these last few days of Lent a time of joy and strength, so we too may Rise with the Love of Christ!

Advertising works

2011-04-06T09:15:00.000-05:00

Though March Madness may be over, my kids continue to advertise. Their favorite line to mimic has been, "If you don't have an iPhone, you don't have an iPhone." One of my kids has carried this a bit farther. As she begged her little brother for something, I overheard:

"Pretty, pretty please with an iPhone on top!"

Sorry cherry, no more hype for you; technology is more appetizing than a sundae these days.

Precious Moments

2011-04-05T15:29:00.000-05:00

Just when I think I haven't seen the little man and wonder why he's so quiet:

God gives me respite and melts my heart once again.

It's been almost 2 years since I last witnessed this pose.

Snowman turns Mickey

2010-12-31T13:46:00.000-06:00

And Mickey visits the great white north!

So Long 2010!

Sin/Reconciliation

2010-11-10T10:07:00.000-06:00

Child 1: "I need to pray for (Child 2) so she'll stop making me sneak into her stuff!"

Child 1 continues, "Her just leaves her stuff right where I can see it and tells me to stay away and that makes me get it. Yeah, that's why I need to pray for her, so she can let me play with all the stuff I see!"

One of our children has the privilege of receiving the Sacrament of Reconciliation for the first time this evening. (Not children listed above.)

-Adding prayer request for him and all families, please!

But, what a great lesson Child 1 teaches us. Maybe, just maybe, it's not the annoying person (and their thoughtlessness about me) that needs to change. Maybe I need change. Maybe I should pray for self control so that I am not 'made' to sneak, lie, hurt, blab etc. Adults need change - it's what perfects our souls. We need to reconcile our weaknesses and sin and ask for the grace to love more.

That is the bottom line- LOVE. Love that irritating person in our lives. I was thinking this morning: I need to love more. We don't ever get irritating to God. It's quite the opposite. When we get more awful and irksome, he wants to be closer to us. He doesn't run and hide (we do). He doesn't avoid companionship, He longs for it and waits for our return. Maybe I too should long for that companionship, wait in love for those I struggle with. I'm pretty sure that's why God has put them in my life: so I may grow in holiness. I have nothing more to worry about. Thankfully, God has a plan for us - to bring us closer to Him. That includes, most especially, the times we fail. These failings may be our greatest gift; we learn that sin and weakness is really all we have to give Him, and in return He fills us with love and strength.

I think we have the better deal.

Chorus, Dance, Both?

2010-11-09T23:50:00.000-06:00

Three of us attended a honor choral concert for our oldest tonight. After a two hour car ride and eight songs it's a bit challenging to keep a 4 year old contained. Considering my one year old was helping record, it's not too shaky. We had a beautiful evening with great music. Here's a taste:

Healthy Snack?

2010-11-01T12:00:00.001-05:00

This morning's rule was: healthy snack before eating candy.

Bottom left was declared the healthy snack:

"The small pile is healthier because it's littler; so it's our healthy snack before we eat the big pile!"

I do know where they get it from.

All you Saints in Heaven Pray for Us!

Our 6 year old!

2010-10-28T09:57:00.000-05:00

We've been trying to get this young man to wear pants to school.

It is a bit brisk these days!

But he says soccer players don't wear pants.

Well this morning he had a revelation:

"Mom, now that I'm 6, I'll wear pants. It'd be really bad if I froze to death and I was only 6 years old, right mom. 'Cuz that could happen to a 6 year old if they wore shorts today.

I'm not going to die of fr-ee-zing!"

So glad he thought of that this morning. Thanks for sharing your humor, your love and your go-get-em attitude with us. We hope to have many more beautiful years with you!

2 help each other out

2010-10-23T22:20:00.000-05:00

Today my two older girls got to play on the same soccer team for the first time in over 6 years.

Last time, the younger one helped out the older team; this time the older sister helped the younger team. I was excited to see them playing together: working together on the same team and offering encouraging words. It was heartwarming to see them cooperate on the field, helping each other out for the good of the team.

Girls, teamwork does NOT have to be left on this playing field! :)

Deer Teachers

2010-10-22T00:08:00.001-05:00

I am sorry my kids stayed up so late on a school night, but there was much learning to be done. For example hands on learning about crushed bones, heart attaches and pericardial tamponade. In other words, the thingies (protective sac) around the heart squeezes it a little (too much pressure) and then the doctor has to get a needle and do surgery up past the ribcage and put a tiny hole in the heart and take out the extra blood.

That's all
Have a lovely day

Living life 2.5 miles at a time...

2010-10-21T20:11:00.000-05:00

My cross country girl!

Rain

And Shine

She gave it her all!

She started off the year as the second to last varsity runner and moved up to 3rd for her school (2seconds shy of second to first!)

Not that I'm proud of her or anything!

But I'd be running for my life with this inspiring coach as well.

Way to Run, Girl!

Do you know how I live life...

Quick sprints with stroller

And child on shoulders!

Totally worth it!

Whittling...

2010-10-19T22:09:00.000-05:00

Last week my oldest son asked for help to carve a piece of wood. I see why he asked for help. My stubborn, lazy bones didn't want to get a different tool, and so the knife got me. After a call into Daddy, I met him on the soccer field with suture supplies telling him, "It's not that bad, maybe we could just tape and splint it."

He disagreed.

L is for Loser

A messy gift-

2010-10-18T14:05:00.000-05:00

But a gift nontheless! Sometimes life seams to spiral out of control. It's up to us to trust, and see with the eyes of heaven the gift hidden in the mess. Today has been tough maintenance~ here is one glance of the many messy gifts I've been privledged to return to God for the day:

Did you know God is a Loving Indian giver. As I attempt to clean up mess after mess, I can't help but think, "Hey, He wants it back! I guess I'll give it to Him."

All I have to offer is simply what He has given me first. It's all Good; sometimes it just might be better for that someone I pray for, than for me.

I've missed you blogging world~so many gifts flying around here that I haven't taken the time to play with this one. I'll try to keep it out for a while.

7 quick takes (vol 6)

2010-07-23T12:51:00.001-05:00

Clink on the image above to read other quick takes. Thanks Jen.

* Take 1*

Summer just isn't summer around here until you experience sweet corn!

And it's here!!

Summer Approved!

*Take 2*

Boy #2:
"Hey Mom, why do you have FLAMES on your belly?"
My response, "To show the burning love I have for all you kids!"
I had never thought of those stretch marks as flames before, but I kinda like that analogy.

I've got some pretty cool flames!

*Take 3*

Since our Baby got his 'big boy' haricut, we've spotted other babies in the yard:

A cardinal calling for Mama

And 4 Robins

Growing up IS something to cheer about!

*Take 4*
A Little science museum fun:

Making kaleidoscopes

Testing kaleidoscopes

Fun with mirage

And flight simulators

Over all, a great, warm day!

*Take 5*

When I grow up I want to make pizza's!

*Take 6*

As I was nursing the baby, boy # 3 says, "Is he done with the crunchy side?"
Confused, I questioned him to elaborate on his question and he replied:
"Well, which one is the food and which one is the milk?"

I informed him they are both milk and he said,
"I thought one was food so he could learn to eat crunchy stuff and one was a drink!"

Sorry people, no crunchy and creamy options coming from this mama! I'm not peanut butter!
Can you imagine crunchy coming out of there?
Nope, just creamy!

*Take 7*
Here's a quote that touched me this morning:
"Life is not always the way we think it's supposed to be. However, it IS the way it is. The way we cope with it is what makes the difference."

In God's providence we can learn so much if we but open up to His plan for us and ask for the grace to see us through each day. Much like a wedding vow, we can promise: To be true to Him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. It takes work, but in the end, I'm certain it'll be worth the effort!

A servant's Prayer by LM

Jesus, my Jesus..How marvelous your ways...Far more splendid than my mind can envision. What an honor to be chosen by you. A lowly child I am, but empowered by the Holy Spirit to fulfill the great hope to which you have called me. I give myself totally to you, Lord. Take my imperfect heart and make it perfect. Peel away the hardness. Close the doors I have opened to the temptations of this world. Gently remove the roots of painful memories, sins, doubts and fears. Discard anything that seperates me from you. Lord, fill the emptiness with the light of your love that I might be a beacon calling the lost back to you.
To love as you love...
To serve as you serve...
To heal as you heal...
To forgive as you forgive...
Always mindful of my nothingness while doing great and marvelous things in your name and for your glory. This I pray, Jesus in Your Name. Amen

Have a Great Weekend!
I'll be spending mine gasping for air and finding new muscles as I attempt to run a 7 mile road race with my sisters. I think I'm prepared - but some extra prayers would be nice.

Fly Guy: Saving the World One Buzz at a Time

2010-07-11T01:04:00.000-05:00

And who ever thought one of my son's favorite books and some annoying flies could make a blog?
Flies: I seem to be collecting them in my house. Some fruit flies hovering over ~~what should have been cleaned dishes and fruit eaten 3 days ago~~ delicious fruit; some other annoying house flies, seeming to come and buzz in my ear, and touch me on the arm. They can be a bit of a nuisance; but so can we. Have you ever compared yourself to a fly?

Oh to be like a fly - PERSISTENT!

I don't think I have ever seen a fly give up on reaching food. What food should we persevere towards? God! Sometimes it's hard. Sin keeps shooing us away. However, when we see good food, we'll stay on target. We must fly to God with our prayers and never give up on Him. A simple buzz in His ear will do, "Hi God!" Or even a silent touch on His arm. Unlike us, He'll listen and watch as we try to stay close. He knows what is good for us, and always fills us. Sometimes with a 'yes', sometimes with a 'wait a while' and sometimes with a 'I have something better that you can not see right now!'

That last option makes me think of the garbage zone. Sometimes we need to go through the trashy parts of life to reap the best fruit. Once we are fed (by spending time with God) we go on our mission to help other flies find the food. ~~Buzzing~~ Praying along as we fly. At times we will bump into a wall, "Ouch!" or a window ("Deceit looks so real!"), but we must reconcile and keep going. Praying and trusting in God's love and mercy. He will always give us the best answer, but we must keep asking; keep moving to reach our fulfillment. The garbage zone is our true cross, but by perseverance, we help others attain the best as well. We may wander at times, but we must never give up on the Goal; we must use our eyes to scan beyond the initial image we see, so that we may come to a better understanding of the whole picture.

"Is fly guy lost? No, here he is."
"Fly high, fly guy! Lead us Home."

Armor of God from LIfeTeen

2010-07-10T15:34:00.000-05:00

I found this video first at Faith and Family from Lisa and thought it was worthy of sharing. The LifeTeen website is exceptional: with movie reviews, current events, catechism, Sunday preview of the readings etc. I have shared it with my teens, and have enjoyed it myself as well.

“Attack comes with fatigue, distractions, temptations. Morality and virtue are stressed and tested. This war is about how you defend yourself. No guns or bombs, but true armor.”

Daddy's girl

2010-07-05T14:03:00.000-05:00

The 3 year old princess went to adoration with her daddy last night. Since she napped for the day, she was still awake at 11pm. As they went out the door, I asked her to pray for me. "I will Mommy!" came her response.

This morning, I was asking her how adoration was. Then I asked if she prayed for Dad, too. She said, "No, he was with me!" So I told her she could still pray for him to be the best dad he could be.

Her reply, "I don't need to pray for him, He ALREADY IS the Best!"

Freedom

2010-07-04T23:40:00.000-05:00

Here's to ALL those who fight to protect our Freedom!

It can be a tiring job, but Christ too had fatigue as His companion.

Keep up the Good fight!

THANK YOU!

Summer Birthday Bash

2010-07-03T23:27:00.000-05:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSINS!

I don't know how you celebrate cousins' birthdays, but on one side of our family, we basically have tri- or semi-annual birthday bashes (depending on the busyness of families) It works well, especially when there are so many young kiddos lives to celebrate, and family spread over a few towns/states.

Here is our photo recap:

Some Baseball

Some Football

And other things:

Looks like she needs a sibling ;)

'Like Father, Like Son'

Teamwork!

And some Rest:

Great Grandma rocking my neice:

It was HOT!

But the Grill Master Carried on

So we could eat:

I don't know how he got his food up there, but it looked cozy!

After the tanks were full, we sang Happy Birthday to each child before he/she opened presents.

This year, we sang 10 times.

That's a lot of Happy Birthday's!

Well, make that 11. We had to sing when they blew out their candles together!
Once the kids are loaded up on ~~sugar~~ cake, it's time for:

Pinata bursting!

I blame this child's grasp of the bat on her mother ;)

And that's all folks. I'll spare you a photo of the minor Dr. visit. Mostly because I don't have one, but also because it wouldn't be good for those of you susceptible to churning bellies.

Until Next Time...

Should we stay or should we go?

2010-07-03T07:34:00.000-05:00

The kids and I hadn't been to noon Mass since last summer. I typically don't like going to this Mass, because the church echoes everything, and I feel like one movement by one child sounds like a million distractions. To add a bit of fuel to the fire, it was going to be noon and we were about to bring a tired baby and toddler, a couple active preschoolers and 5 other kids who usually do well, but still have movable parts, and need to be reminded to keep their hands and feet to themselves. Well, I gave in and decided to give it another try. All the while thinking, why am I setting myself up for punishment, yet praying that it would go well.

On the way, we hit every red light possible. Then got stuck behind a semi unloading in single lane traffic downtown. As I kept looking at the clock, all I could think was, well, we're late now, we might as well not go. After saying that so many times in my head, I think it slipped out once. Then I heard the reply, "Well if you don't want to go, why are we all going!" I was getting a bit frustrated, and was seriously debating to make a detour to the library. This child was right. Why were we going? We were inevitably late, the timing was poor for the littles, the bigs didn't want to be there, and I was beginning to think it's not worth the effort to distract everyone coming in nearly ten minutes late with an apathetic brood. But I kept going.

I drove by the church to pull into the parking lot, only to notice that the lot was being resurfaced. Guess we were not going to park there. In my head, that was my out to turn around and go home. I thought, 'Really, Lord, do You not want us here either?' I wrestled with what to do. We were late. It's not worth it. But I really do want to visit, and the kids, well, they are kids; learning what is good for them. I pulled into another lot, parked and calmly reminded the kids we had to be quick and quiet. For the first time in his young life, my two year old whispers back, "Like this mom." That was all the consolation I needed. With a smile, a prayer and a welled up eye, we went in.

Mass was beautiful, the kids were exceptionally well behaved. I was overwhelmed with amazement. God graced us: our poor, weak selves were overtaken by his gentle, loving strength. You see, He does want us there, and even though we have stop signs, blocked paths and resistance on the road, He is ready to love us and allows us to abide in Him, and He with us. We need only to show the effort and He'll come in to complete us; rescuing us from our wretched ways. It reminds me of the the song "Set the World on Fire" by Britt Nicole:

I wanna set the world on fire

Until it's burning bright for You

It's everything that I desire

Can I be the one You use?

[CHORUS]

I, I am small but

You, You are big enough

I, I am weak but

You, You are strong enough to

Take my dreams

Come and give them wings

Lord with You

Nothing I can not do

Nothing I cannot do

7 quick takes (vol 5)

2010-07-02T02:58:00.000-05:00

*Take 1*

Why does June go so fast? Always.

It's here.

We adjust to summer break.

It's gone.

Poof!

Maybe we need to pick up the adjusting pace a bit so we can keep up?

*Take 2*

"7 is the best birthday ever!"

Some fishin'

Some trout

Some blue gill

Some family

Who could ask for anything more?

*Take 3*

Last day of swimming lessons:

"Hey you in the green, are you jumping?"

Too Fun!

With a bit of work

And great attitudes!

*Take 4*

My Super Heros!

"Shirtless Super Heros, To the Rescue!"

I am so grateful for these young men.

And their sister, who made sure they didn't "miss a spot!"

The polarized glasses helped.

~Or so she says.

*Take 5*

Alert!

We have another teenager:

After her favorite meal of BBQ Ribs, this young lady is sure to have a great year!

We Love You!

*Take 6*

In less than 20 days, my baby will be 1.

Yes, he is still the baby!

*Take 7*

Maybe, just maybe, I'll do better blogging in July! That is if the one child who made the blog in June decides to stick around home.

Until next time...

Visit Conversion Diary for more 7 quick takes.

Escapee

2010-06-08T22:22:00.000-05:00

But he looks so Innocent.

Power at the Pump

2010-05-30T22:43:00.000-05:00

Memorial Day Weekend:

A time to remember those who have died in active military service! A tribute to those who pay the price so I can live freely.

THANK YOU SOLDIERS,

for your service!

It is also a highly traveled weekend due to a 3 day vacation for most people. This year we have joined the ranks and made a journey just over 400 miles in one direction to visit family for a beautiful baptism.

But, back to the story. Do you ever get 'loaded up' and think you're ready to leave, but don't actually get out the door for another hour due to loading process? We are notorious for not leaving at the scheduled time when we first get started out on a trip. I think it's the: making sure we have what we need, the bathroom breaks, the chasing toddlers while trying to remember what we're forgetting. For some reason, it's an accomplishment just to get out of the door!

We stumbled through loading up yesterday. As I put the final touches into bags after completing laundry, my dear husband cleaned out the van. It's always good to start with a clean slate! Especially after the van has been lived in: for eating, napping, playing and storing garbage and clothes in between activities. In the meantime, my 'key boy' kept himself occupied by 'helping' Daddy. Vincent has mastered the gadgets of the van. He was thoughtful as he helped his Daddy: giving him music to listen to, air conditioning, lights, and he even checked to make sure the blinkers worked!

Vincent was thorough. We finally got to the point of pulling out of the driveway. Or so I thought. I turned the key to start the van. Nothing. So I tried again. And smile. Who was I kidding that we'd be leaving. Thank God we had another vehicle and jumper cables. There's something about being connected to a Power source to recharge our batteries.

The engine started back up after the second try and we were out of the driveway and on the road to deliver the doggy to his favorite play place. I like this little trip out the door, completely loaded. It gives me time to think about what we may have forgotten. Two things made the list this time after we dropped off the doggy. We came back to the house on our way to the interstate for the important things: camera and sippy cup! And would you believe, 3 kids jumped out to use the bathroom! Boy am I glad we didn't get down the road 2o minutes, and hear, "I have to go potty!"

In those few minutes back at the house, our neighbor yelled across the street, "Did you remember to pack your patience?" I chuckled and thought, 'I'm not sure.' My husband on the other hand responded, "Yep, I think all our patients are accounted for!" Just another way we think differently.

And we were off! Traveling with kids is an adventure in itself. They get along, they fight, they sleep and they get loud and rambunctious with no rhyme or reason for any situation. Ok, well maybe there is reasoning behind some of it: like fighting when they are starving and sharing laughter after being refueled. Its fun, and at times trying, as we decipher which pokes to ignore and which ones to correct. But we're in it together and even though we get on each other's nerves at times, we still have the opportunity to love and practice patience.

And that is where this story came to fruition. As we sat in church, Father reiterated, "God is Patience. This week, ask God for the gift of patience, because He is always Patient with us." All I could think of was our neighbor asking if we packed all our patience. But, you know, our tanks only hold so much. We need to refuel; stop in at the Station during our journey, so the Holy Spirit can pump us full with Patience once again; that we may Love like Christ:

Life is full of times when we miss turns and have to map out new directions. Sometimes we're in control and other times we have to sit back and be patient with others when we don't understand what they are doing. We should smile and say Thank You, just like our Father, when He watches our feeble attempts to serve Him.

And so, We Soldier On...

"Are we there yet?"

"Nope."

"When will we be be there?"

"When we get there; enjoy the ride!"

"Ewe, the van tooted!"

(followed by giggles)

For God so loved the world...

So must we!

A Fungus Amungus

2010-05-27T00:00:00.001-05:00

Anyone know their mushrooms?

"It looks like a soccer ball."

KICK it or LICK it?

Fly Guy

2010-05-25T19:40:00.000-05:00

Ok, I just got this image in an email, and with 7 guys in this house I'm curious to see if it cuts down my cleaning:

Captioned:

"It improves aim. If a man sees a fly, he aims at it...reducing spillage by 80%."

Would it work in this house?

(as I rethink this)

Would my nature boys get distracted and try to catch the fly to feed the fish?

I'm just saying...

With my Blessings,

It'd probably backfire

Right onto the floor.

Because it took too long to capture the fly from the toilet.

Battleship...

2010-05-25T15:23:00.000-05:00

Because life is like a game of battleship:

As St. Josemaria Escriva puts it:

Watchman, how goes the night? May you acquire the habit of having a day on guard once a week, during which to increase your self-giving and loving vigilance over details, and to pray and mortify yourself a little more.

Realize that the Holy Church is like a great army in battle array. And you within that army, are defending one front on which there are attacks, engagements with the enemy and counter-attacks. Do you see what I mean?

This readiness to grow closer to God will lead you to turn your days, one after the other, into days on guard.

-from the Furrow, 960

T.P.-Thoroughly Pristine

2010-05-21T08:12:00.002-05:00

Because life with Toilet Paper

Is Good

Happy Friday

Through the cross,
we are "spread thin"
and all offenses are wiped clean.

Camping Highlights (vol 4)

2010-05-17T01:17:00.000-05:00

Subtitled:

A quick get-a-way

To honor the goal of recreation

With some:

Yummy Marshmallows:

Competitive 4-Square!

A bit of exercise:

And a bit of rest:

As Kathryn puts it,

"I don't want to overexert myself!"

So the next time you feel a little burnt-out:

Peel away the blackness and you'll find the good stuff beneath!

Because a little fire and some fresh air is just what the Doctor ordered!

Thanks, Doc!

We feel much better. :)

Maybe it's because I'm getting a quick break from chasing the two sleepers below:

Sparkling Spring Carnival!

2010-05-13T00:22:00.000-05:00

Gina, on the morning of the spring carnival, "Mom, it's sparkling outside!"

It was sprinkling.

The proof is on the window:

This was taken on our way to this young ladies' appointment to the orthodontist, as we zig-zaged through the neighborhoods dodging closed roads.

And now her mouth is 'sparkling' as well:

Later that day was our Annual Spring Carnival.

Spring: because it always seems to rain.

Carnival: because it truly is an exciting or riotous mixture of something.

Like when we were loading up to go, and half the kids ran up to the park to see if they could locate where the lightening hit ground with an array of fiery sparks during a previous storm. And in that time, we missed our window of opportunity to arrive at the carnival dry before the next storm came through.

We were drenched, but somehow we survived the excitement

Well, most of the tribe anyway:

There is a reason one baby and two adults are not pictured.

Can we say, excitement overload.

Has anyone seen Mrs. Potato Head?

Umm, yes,

A Sparkling Spring Carnival

Mother's day notes:

2010-05-10T14:59:00.001-05:00

Kids Notes are the best!

For those of you who don't know what I look like:

Blue eyes. Brown eyes. They're all the same, right!

Anyone else like to watch Father Crappy? Or Croppy? Not be be confused with crappie-but, if my fishing son chose to spell it this way, I'm sure Fr Corapi would take it as a compliment. The crappie fish comes from the family of sunfish in which the male builds the nest and then guards the eggs and young.

Also, take note: the author of the above note did not fill anything in for 'in her spare time'.

Evidently he doesn't know what that is either. ;)

(some days are better than others)

Followed up with,

"Yeah, since you help me, I don't have to."

I may have to take the contents of this note into reconsideration.

And the one I still question the meaning of is below:

"Your so sweet and kind Mom but you layed Christopher."

Maybe I need to quit being such a chicken about some things...

That's the best I can come up with.

Holy Spirit, may I have the gift of Courage!

I Lave you too, sons!

May we be cleansed of all our offenses;

for Love does wash out a multitude of sin.

definition of lave: (of water)wash against or over (something)

Happy Mothers Day

2010-05-09T23:49:00.003-05:00

To all you Chosen and Cherished women!

Whether we have biological children or not, all women are all called to spiritual motherhood; to labor, care for and nourish those around us with Life Giving Love. (Yes, a little Kimberly Hahn plug.)

Thank you, Mothers and God Mothers!

John 15:16

"You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you."

Note: I have read the two books bolded above. They are excellent reads! Now on to books 2 and 3 from the Proverbs 31 series: Graced and Gifted, and Beloved and Blessed.

A Warm Spring Day

2010-05-05T18:24:00.000-05:00

Call of Duty Reminder

2010-05-02T00:00:00.001-05:00

From St. Josemaria Escriva

My daughter you have set up a home. I like to remind you that you women--as you well know--have a great strength, which you know how to enfold within a special gentleness, so that it is not noticed. With that strength, you can make you husband and children instruments of God or demons.

You will always make them instruments of God: He is counting on your help!

St. Joseph the Worker

2010-05-01T11:51:00.000-05:00

Note to Boy:

If you lock your door when you leave your room so that no little people get into you treasures, please make sure no little people are currently in you room!

Job description of this mother:

Must be able to find lost children, cleanse, and nourish them.

St. Joseph, help me in this Great Task!

"You can not forget that any worthy, noble and honest work at the human level can - and should! - be raised to the supernatural level, becoming a divine task."

-St. Josemaria Escriva in The Forge

The wind is blowing...

2010-04-29T10:10:00.000-05:00

So hard that this young man fell off his stool he used to prepare that yummy frosted cinnamon roll.

Or maybe he was just so excited to eat it!

He was NOT wearing that shoe that snuck into the background.

It would match though!

Lost and Found

2010-04-28T12:50:00.000-05:00

"Rejoice with me, I have found my lost sheep!"

So yesterday, I lost a child, a 2 year old child. Something is just not right about that, but it happened. Quick to lose, what seemed like forever to find. 20 minutes is forever in a mother's heart. Vincent is a wanderer, he had no intention of being lost. In his mind he was not lost. It was no big deal to him. He was on his own, and perfectly fine with that. His mother however was not.

And that is life. How often do we go off exploring on our own, separated from our Father. And to us, it's no big deal. We think we are fine. We don't see the danger with our independence. But He still gives us boundaries to keep us safe and hunts for us until we are found and back home again.

'Father, forgive us, for we know not what we do.'

Luke 15:1-7
Then Jesus told them this parable: "Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent."

Just a little Yoda fun...

2010-04-26T00:27:00.005-05:00

"Size matters not. Look at me.

Judge me by my size do you?

Hmm? Hmm?

And well, you should not!"

When nine months old you are, be as strong and hard working, will you not? hmm?

Monday it is,

Put my best knee forward, I will.

Crawl with me, will you?

The dog food and water I must reorganize.

And the cupboards, open and empty I will.

To de-pile clothes I am hard at work.

But be warned, strong and hard working I am, but not that strong, because remove me from work Mother will.

Get it, I do not.

World Cup Bound

2010-04-22T09:40:00.000-05:00

Yes, things are getting a bit more intense on the pitch!

Vincent's cheekbone bruises are beginning to fade from Saturday's pick-up game with the big kids; but the lessons live on!

There are many times in our game of life that we have a choice to play hard and do the right thing. Many of those times we take a bit of a beating. We're like grapes tossed into the wine-press; trodden upon and bruised. For what reason? To be made into the finest wine! Jesus gives us the ultimate example of giving it our all: beaten and bruised to become a pleasing offering to God. It's not particularly enjoyable, but I guess God knows what He's doing. All we need to do is thank Him for the opportunity to suffer, offer that suffering as a prayer, and allow Him to transform us.

Are you Cup bound?

Jesus take the Wheel

2010-04-15T16:03:00.001-05:00

When I first saw this picture, one that a child of mine took, it was a bit eerie for me. It really looks like Christopher's riding in a driverless vehicle. I thank the child that took this picture, because it's makes me reflective. On my road of life, who's doing the driving? Is it me, or should I be letting go and trusting someone I can't always see?

If we are to be like children, we can't make this trip on our own. A lot of times, we'll feel like we are facing backwards. Along the ride, we'll be happy, playful, sad, tired, and hungry. Like any good parent, God will provide for us. Our duty is to trust that everything is going to be ok.

~Stepping back and pretending to drive!

Air Support

2010-04-13T06:13:00.000-05:00

As it began to rain on our van, John declared from the back of the 'tank', "We've got Air Support!"
I replied back, "What did you say?"
John, "Yeah, we've got air support, the rain is dropping like bombs!"

Which made me think: Yeah, we do have Air Support! Heaven sends us Air Support! When we are on the brink of despair, Air Support can be called in to give assistance to us on the ground crew. They've got a better view of things up there! And with Heaven's assistance, it's amazing how industrious we become! As the Air Support flies in, each droplet/water bomb makes up the communion of saints and angels working to help wipe out the enemy and assist in cleansing us!

"I have told you these things that you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33

Catechism 101

2010-04-08T10:08:00.000-05:00

In conversation:
Mom: "Let's name the sacraments to remember how many there are."
Boy: "Which ones are the sacraments again?"
Mom: (Describing baptism...)
Boy: (with a hint of pride)"Oh yeah, Eucharist!
Mom: "Good!" (but then tells what Eucharist is and hints to describe baptism again)
Boy: "1st Communion, 2nd Communion. (pause, then counting on fingers) Eucharist, 1st Communion, 2nd Communion. That's 3!"

I think we have a little more work to do!

Has anyone seen...

2010-03-28T00:03:00.002-05:00

Oh, there's Christopher's pants!

And John's shoe!

"Please do not run off with the pull chain!"

Yes, that has happened!

Vincent's nickname: "Thief"

He is a 'good thief'

Looks like Christopher has forgiven him!

If you take a girl to the dentist

2010-03-27T13:57:00.000-05:00

Gina Style

If you take a girl to the dentist, she will valiantly hold her mouth shut. Since she did not open her mouth, you will have to set up another appointment in six months, in hopes for a better result. Before going to the next appointment, you rave on about seeing the dentist. You even go to the extreme of buying a beautiful dancing shirt that she picked out. (She needs clothes for summer, but you won't give this shirt to her until she cooperates with the dentist.) Since you set up a second appointment, you take the girl to the dentist again. On the way to the dentist office, the car ride goes something like this: Girl, "Yeah, we're going to the dentist! I'm going to do really good so I can take the tags off my new shirt."

Upon arriving at the dentist office, all is well! However, once the hygienist brings the girl to the room, the girl forgets her desire to take the tags off her new shirt. If you put a girl in a dentist room, she will see a pretty princess toothbrush that she really wants! The hygienist tries to give it to her, but mom says, "Not unless she nicely lets you look at her teeth." and intercepts the toothbrush. Because, if you take a girl to the dentist, mom gets really stubborn, too!

If you take a girl to the dentist and mom gets stubborn, she will hold the girl in her lap and pry her mouth open to let the dentist see the concerning spots on the girls teeth. If a strong willed mom shows a dentist a reluctant girl's teeth, the dentist will recommend her to go to another dentist.

In fear of girl chomping off his hand?

If you get recommended to another dentist you will have to make another appointment. If you have to make another appointment, you will have to talk with a valiant girl about true courage and remind her about the pretty shirt she desperately wants to wear.

If you set up an appointment with a new dentist (another male, yet unbeknown to girl), the girl will get sick with stomach flu in the wee hours of the morning on appointment day. If the girl is sick, you will have to set up another appointment. This time the next available was with the wife of same recommended office.

If you set up a fourth appointment, the girl will have more time to adjust to the idea of a dentist seeing her teeth. Mom will be calling grandma to ask for prayers for stubborn girl to let the dentist see her teeth. Mom will talk it up again and pray all the way there, in hopes for a positive result.

If you take a girl to the dentist, and it's a girl dentist, the little girl will do anything the girl dentist asks. You will wonder if this is the same child you struggled with for past visits to previous dentist. And you will be happy to report to daughter's dad her thoughts, "I really like GIRL dentists!" For that statement, dad thinks she should go back to the boy dentist.

If the girl likes a dentist, you will go back to that dentist to fix her teeth. Mom will explain what is going to happen, and girl will say, "If it's at the girl dentist, I'll go!"

If you take a girl to get her teeth fixed, she will have a numb mouth.

Since she had a numb mouth, she was able to get this shiny tooth!

However, since she has a numb mouth, she might bite her cheek. If she bites her cheek bad enough, she will have to eat soft foods. If she has to eat soft foods, her mom will want to make her a smoothy for some sort of nutrition. If mom goes to make a smoothy, the blender will break, and the motor will not operate. If the motor does not work, mom will have to find a new blender.

If mom finds a new blender, she will taste her speedy concoction and have to call hubby to tell him how great it (the blender and the smoothy) is.

The girl will be begging to have her smoothy back,

and hubby will ask for a smoothy when he gets home.

All because I took a girl to the dentist. ;)

Vincent and the dancer wanted smoothy, too!

If YOU have to replace a blender, I highly recommend this one. I've used it once, but the smoothy was made in seconds. Smooth and Yummy! If I change my mind, I'll let you know.

Just a little Upgrade

2010-03-23T10:59:00.000-05:00

John asked when we were going to the short Mass at night.
I responded, "That's tomorrow with soup supper."
His reply, "Oh yeah! Is soup supper gonna have another UPGRADE?"
Me: What do you mean?
John: Well they upgraded last week and had green cookies!

Dear St. Patrick, my kids thank you for enabling an upgrade to our soup supper last week. They loved the green shamrock cookies. What do you think you can come up with this week to appease my squirrelly kids?

Maybe I can do these in honor of St. Catherine of Sweden when we get home tomorrow night. They appear to be a very lenten type of dessert. We'll definitely use the whipped type of cream as my kids would not eat the sour cream, and maybe substitute with cherries in honor of the Order of the Holy Saviour, the convent that her mother, St. Bridget, had founded.
I hope Saints Catherine and Bridget don't mind us celebrating with them this lent. :)

St. Joseph, a guide to fulfill our vocation

2010-03-19T00:00:00.011-05:00

St. Joseph, I ask you to watch over, guide and protect us like you protected Christ.

We may find ourselves at times like St. Joseph: not knowing what to do, not fit for the duty God places in our lives. But if we remain prayerful, Heaven will guide us to gently follow a precise route of battle, dodging mines, to gain the most ground for Heaven.

St. Joseph, teach us to honor, protect and provide for Christ in our day. Help us work to perform our duties well; all the while listening and being obedient to the will of God.

"To be perfect in our vocation is nothing else than to fulfill the duties which our state of life obliges us to perform, and to accomplish them well, and only for the honor and love of God."- St. Francis de Sales

Meant to Be

2010-03-12T00:00:00.001-06:00

As 40 Days for Life continues, this video reminds us:
We are ALL brought into the womb for a Purpose

Psalm 22

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Sledding, Baby Style

2010-03-11T00:02:00.002-06:00

Christopher's Rendition of Sledding on Melting Snow

Our snow is steadily melting.

The ground is colored brown and white with a splash of dull green.

I think I'm catching Spring Fever!

From the Pond...

2010-03-10T22:27:00.000-06:00

Who Let the Frogs Out?

Frogs are awakening from Hibernation!

Kids are excited

Even kids at heart!

Dad says, "We might have to get some minnows to feed them."

Gina says, "I want to go with you!"

Dad, "What do you think they would eat?"

Gina, "They'd eat what they like!"

Police - Maintaining Order

2010-03-10T00:00:00.007-06:00

The 'Police Hat' Strikes Again

Please Pray And Sacrifice for Priests

That they may have the Grace
To embrace the Cross
United with Christ
Living the Mass
Ready and Willing
To Serve
To Suffer
For the Redemption of Souls

It IS OUR DUTY!

St Frances of Rome

2010-03-09T00:14:00.002-06:00

What can we learn from this married saint? Sanctify our daily duties as we love and serve the sick, most especially when they are poor patients. This hits home with me as we go through stomach flu with puking and pooping kids.

Nowadays, I find prayer:
Standing, bucket in hand with a vomiting preschooler.
Cleaning up carpet, floors, sinks, toilets.
Changing sheets and 'Daddy T-shirts'
Washing blankets, pillows, clothes, kids, myself

Through simultaneous puking and a two year old taking off his diaper to poop on the carpet as I change over laundry, I am reminded, it's all about the attitude. I have a choice go alone, impatient and overwhelmed or I can bring Christ into the battlefield, patient and diligent; knowing that we work for a Greater cause which will remain hidden until I meet my Boss face to face.

Thanking God for the opportunity to serve, yet praying that these children will be healthy soon!

“It is most laudable in a married woman to be devout, but she must never forget that she is a housewife. And sometimes she must leave God at the altar to find Him in her housekeeping”
-St. Frances of Rome in Butler’s Lives of the Saints

Proud to Throw Like a Girl

2010-03-08T05:00:00.003-06:00

Sometimes comics speak volumes:

Did someone take a picture of me when I wasn't looking?

Around here, snowballs are flying every time we go outdoors, whether it be to run errands or after church. A few of us made it to reconciliation Sat, and as Michael and I built up our ammo to ambush Dad, Luke and his friend, Michael mischievously states, "Mom, (giggle) we're gonna have to go back to confession!"

Nah...this is pure fun ;)

Fertilizer...

2010-03-07T18:02:00.000-06:00

Fertilizer comes from taking the failures that make us stink and spreading them out into the open via the sacrament of Confession, where Christ makes all things Good! Therefor, be patient, merciful, and thankful with failures, for in repentance, God cultivates, breaks us up and seasons us, so that we may experience new and improved growth!

Humility = Christ's liveliness!

Diligence Gets Us One Step Closer

2010-03-05T10:29:00.000-06:00

Christopher is gaining ground

One step at a time

Are you watching?

I know that I always hope Our Father is watching:

Our hard work & concentration in striving for the Goal!

Falling back a bit...

But, getting right back at It!

With more confidence

And coming back down to share

The Joy of the Cross!

I have much to learn from him,

and his example of

Diligence!

Personal Trainer

2010-02-17T00:15:00.018-06:00

Christopher is getting me in shape!

and down

again, up

down

He's a tough act to follow, but his smiles are worth the workout!

With Lent in full bloom, it's time to spiritually workout as well!

Train our souls to go the distance!

Are you with me?

Let's get started and practice prayer a little more each day;

so that we may be strong enough to crawl, then walk, and RUN!

Love, Measured in Distance

2010-02-15T11:15:00.001-06:00

A while back, Daniel came home from school and stated, "Mom, I missed you."
Continuing, "But I missed Dad more, his office is way farther away from school than our house is. That's why I missed him more."

Our Lady of Lourdes in the Pig-sty

2010-02-11T12:21:00.000-06:00

What is the pigsty? The place where pigs live; a dirty, stinky dwelling.

Like any good mother, Mary wants to pick up and clean a dirty or untidy space; She wants to see things clean! She knows that the best way to get the job done is to make herself present, state what needs to be done, and then help us do it. She is such a good Mother! She sees our messy lives and shows us the way to clean it up. At the same time, it is never about Her, but always about Her Son, Jesus; as She tells us, "Do whatever He tells you!"

What does Jesus tells us? Repent, Pray, Love. It's that simple! Yet our being tends to fight such simplicity. Even when we know it's what we want, we fail. We are poor souls needing continual work, just like our homes! Yes, our sins usually stay the same, but the clutter of our homes is typically the same as well! We clean our homes: sweep and mop the floors, launder the clothes, wash the dishes and try to stay on top of the mess, for when it builds up, it takes over us, it's too much to deal with and we become more complacent. The same is true for our souls: we must repent more frequently to keep our spirits tidy; so that sin doesn't take over us and make us even more complacent.

We must ask for the grace to clean: both our hearts and homes. Look around and see what needs to be done and do it! When we are not sure, ask Our Lady, for like any good mother, she will point us in the right direction and tell us where things belong! She loves us, but to keep things running smoothly, we must help with the work, like any good child!

So grateful to Our Father for allowing the Mother of Jesus to come to our pigsty and help cleanse us!
"Those whom I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent." -Rev 3:19

St. Bernedette pray for us who struggle with sin.

Ordinary Time

2010-02-09T05:08:00.000-06:00

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
O [Maria] you are everything my heart desires

This is the tune that brought me to Adoration early this morning. I had a difficult time getting out of bed on this quiet, snowy morning, and thought, 'Can't I just be with You, in the comfort of my warm home, Lord?'
I got up and walked into the chapel singing the song above back to Jesus. However, I had to change the words a bit 'I think about you most the time.' Wishing it was ALL the time. Then listened to Him sing it back to my heart. After a moment of time, I broke the silence with a fart, pass of gas, flatulence whatever you want to call it. I quickly apologized, saying to Jesus, "I probably shouldn't do that in here, huh!" At that instant, this little toot became a prayer. A conversation with God that went something like this:

"Well Jesus, you were human, didn't you ever fart? I'm sure you understand. Did you ever fart and have the disciples chuckle? Maybe Your's weren't this smelly because of you Divinity, but maybe they were. Tell me about it."
~Pause to listen~
Chuckling, "Did you ever have to give those fishermen you hung out with a hard time because of their farts? I've been around a fisherman, and he doesn't always smell so nice when he passes gas!"
~Pause to listen~
Did you ever ask Our Father, "Really, Dad, farts? What good is there in that? These men stink!"

And the answer for the gift of farts:
Humility and Conversation aka: prayer - taking the ordinary and making it extraordinary.

Yep, that's what my farts in the chapel were this morning. Extraordinary! Gifting our Father back.
Humbly admitting I'm human (and smelly). I hope it doesn't linger. But, if it does, the people after me might just have something to talk to God about, too! ;)

2 Many

2010-02-08T18:00:00.002-06:00

When asked how old he was, Vincent said,

"I Two Many!"

And this look of his says it all!

Yes, some days he IS 'two many'!

Here's what he has accomplished this past year:

He has become an avid climber; indoors and out!

Driving!

I must say, he is quite good at driving my patience;

in one direction or another!

Fishing!

And baking

To take care of his mama!

A bit of rest as he protects his little brother!

The art of taking a girl for a ride on his 'bike'!

He can pour his own cereal

into his bowl.

And he has become quite the carpenter with his Daddy!

Happy 2nd Birthday Vincent!

One bridge crossed, hopefully many more to come!

The fine art of asking nicely...

2010-02-01T05:30:00.001-06:00

Gina: Gimme some milk. Gimme milk now.

Mom: I'm waiting for some nice words.

Gina: Please!

Mom: Try, "May I have some milk please."

Gina: May you Gimme milk PLEASE!

Mom: May I have milk please.

Gina: May I (pause) Gimme milk please.

Mom: May I have milk please.

Gina: Will you gimme milk please, I asked nicely!

Mom: May I have milk please.

After a couple more tries...

Gina, in the sweetest voice: May I have milk please.

Mom: Oh, Yes, you asked so nicely!

Gina: Well, gimme it.

...is not so fine. Yet.

Sigh...we'll keep practicing!

Celebrating Catholic Schools

2010-01-31T18:23:00.000-06:00

Well, it was this time last year that I wrote an email which became the 'beginning' of my blogging days. It just took a little over a month to make it happen. If you're interested, I decided to post it. It is dated on the Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul (in commeration) :) The plan was to post it back then, but it's up and running now!

This year's kick off to Catholic School's Week has not been as exciting, but still notoriously filled with active children. A 3 year old yelling across the alter, towards the choir members, in the silence following the Alleluia, "Hi Gabrielle!!" and waving, then saying, "I love you!" Then looking at me as I'm trying to get her to stop and stating, "But I see Gabrielle and I love her!" We then had to reposition her so she would not sneak out into the isle to dance during the songs. However, she wasn't the only child in our family that got repositioned!

We also had a cry-er, due to big brother's strong hands not remaining to himself. And a stealthy 2 year old who managed to crawl under the pew and run out in the communion isle, not once, but 3 times. At that moment, I was really wishing I could have sat closer to him, because sometimes, his Daddy just doesn't notice these things - obviously.

Today was simply a typical Mass experience (more or less): corrections, smiles, tears, movement, peace, listening, speaking, singing and dancing - sounds like a typical family to me. This evening, I'll be reading the readings again; somehow I missed them today. But really, what would this celebration with God's family be like without the gift of children - probably less distracting, but also less meaningful!

"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these." -Matthew, Mark and Luke!

Milk and cookies...

2010-01-28T19:23:00.000-06:00

A small glimpse of 'Mother Hen's' day:

I've played hide and seek with a big kid. Twice. By the grace of God, I am getting better at this game! So are my younger children. While I stealthily searched, two other children climbed onto the counter to scarf down as many oreos as they could before I returned. 'Are you kidding me?' I thought to myself. Nope - the big chocolate toothy grins with make-up crumbs surrounding their mouths were a bit of a give away- they must have thought I'd be gone longer. I'm telling you, prayer works, we are getting better at this challenge!

I also taught my preschooler and older 'found' child. With the preschooler, we are working on rhyming. It just so happens we are rhyming with the sound 'oo' today. First sound, 'm'. He got it perfect! I exclaimed, "What, we have a cow in the house!" Giggles and more "MOO!" "Where's John, get this cow outta here!" Then we have, "Moo, Poo" and more giggles. "Moo, poo poo!" 'Eww!' I exclaim. "Moo, Doo doo." more giggles. This 'cow' is out of control with giggles, and his mama is not helping. You could say I was maybe the hen; egging him on.

Whose idea was it to rhyme with 'oo'?

Oh, yes, the great reading book shown on the left!

I milked this 'cow' for thousands of giggles, all the while thinking, God, I hope You're laughing with us, and smiling in His presence. And wondering if he milks us for smiles as well- like in the sometimes challenging moments of the day: for example when above children were scarfing down cookies right before lunch as I searched for the older child.

He DiD milk a smile out of me when I saw their chocolate covered teeth and great big crumby smiles. Oreos, dipped in milk - oh, delicious.

And so, once again, God teaches me through my children: Grace, Love and Mercy. In my milk and cookies kind of day, I'm grateful for life's challenges. In a prayerful mind they are delicious. First I am humbled, which calls for grace. The Grace strengthens my weaknesses and brings joy. Joy allows me to love and show mercy.

The parable of Milk and Cookies:Take the gift of cookies (kids) dip them in a bit of Milk (squeezed from the work our Father) and the outcome is delicious - (love, mercy and a touch of laughter).

"Whoooa! Are you writing on the windows?"

Culprits in unison, "Sowry mom, I sowry."

I reiterate:

Grace.

Love.

Mercy.

And I add: Consequences...ya know, to purify.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
-Matthew 11:28-30

Daily Conversion

2010-01-25T16:56:00.079-06:00

So, it has been a year since I wrote the following short story. It was the story that made people ask if I was blogging. After saying No, no, no, no, no...

You get the picture, I finally gave in and said Yes. I made a leap of faith and to this day, by the grace of God, continue to give it a try. The best thing it has done for me is force me to write things down - and take pictures. History in the making so to speak. It's a glimpse of our life story. I've been able to share what I'm working on in my vocation of marriage and motherhood: its joys, challenges, and random life lessons. And I've been able to read other life stories. You see, we are never alone, and I guess that's the point of this blog.

1-25-09

What a beautiful Sunday morning (until I got out of bed!) Maybe that was the problem? Dad was out the door early to round at the hospital so he could meet us at church. I needed to get Kathryn, Gabrielle and Michael up to church early so they could help with the Catholic Schools Week Mass! Kathryn, going on 14, forgot that she had to sing in the choir. We woke her up to remind her, but then she forgot to get out of bed-yes, teenager! Gabrielle came into our bathroom on Mom's orders so I could help her comb her hair. She is 11, but doesn't seem to think bed head is an issue when you go up to read in front of everyone at Mass. She thought it would be a good time to come into the bathroom as I was puking in the sink, and exclaim, "Isn't there a toilet?" Yes, there was, but it was sat upon by another child. The particular scent is what quickly pushed me to the sink.

I got myself together, did Gabrielle's hair, got the toilet occupant cleaned up, and yelled down at Kathryn, again. Hmm, no answer. Gabrielle helped Gina get dressed, and I woke up the boys. Michael was not so happy about it. I removed Vincent's diaper, and was preparing to get him dressed. The diaper was placed next to us. I did not take the time to roll it up yet because he was poopy and I was still wiping the stinky guy. My plan: keep the poopy mess all rolled up together for one trip outside! Michael however had a different plan. He thought it was a good idea to toss it onto the floor. Nonchalantly, I told him he was lucky it didn't spill out (maybe that was my mistake). Since he was able to get it to the floor, I told him he could now take it to the garbage for me. Well, that literally backfired! He took it into the other boys’ room and slammed it against the wall (near the garbage). Maybe he thought it was a bank shot? Shi+ was smeared everywhere! I wasn't so happy, no, I'll be honest, I was madly out of control. After a "little" beating, I continued to get the rest of the crew ready. (FYI, after the fact, Michael told Dad, "I threw it at the air and didn't think it would get all over." - yes, he threw it at the air!)

Now I'm sure some may know where this is going: the nice big Catholic family getting ready for Mass this morning was not so nice! Kathryn got an earful on the way to church, with a bit of pedal to the metal driving. “Responsibilities, being a part of a family, you name, it came out of my mouth. Thanks, Michael, this needed to be done – but not in the fashion I took. As I pulled up to church, I came to my senses a bit, remembering where we were going to be soon, "I love you! See you shortly!" Kathryn rolled her eyes. I don’t blame her, I wasn’t exactly the most loving person for that ~5 minute tank ride.

I got back home, Luke evidently was playing smart and helped more than he ever has before. He continued to tell me all about it. (He better get on my good side, today ;) ) "Mom, I helped John get dressed, and got Daniel's clothes for him." As Daniel was buttoning his shirt, he says, "Mom, something's wrong here." I look at him, and immediately go to the closet to give him another shirt! (The one Luke gave him was hanging in the closet waiting for Vincent to wear it.) The long sleeves fit Daniel like 3/4, and the shirt barely covered his belly button!) Now if anyone was going to be dressed as the Incredible Hulk, I can guarantee you it was not him today! Ok, the boys are almost finished getting ready -I've calmed down, and we are going to make it to church on time! Ut oh, John can't find his shoes. Everyone else says they have theirs on. “Well, wear the tennis shoes, we don't have time to look anymore. This is why we put our shoes back in the closet after church!” We are loaded, and ready. We climb into the pew all happy! As everyone settled in their spots, I went to tie Daniel's shoes. Guess what, he had on John's! Evidently Daniel was the one I was supposed to inform of the proper location for his church shoes. A big sigh! We're here God, if you want to vomit me out, I can understand!

Church went well! Gina was singing, John was singing - together they were louder than everyone else. Aren't we so cute? After Mass we went down to a pancake breakfast put on by the 8th Grade class. Yes, Kathryn DID remember she was in 8th grade, and was going to help with it! Thank God, I was beginning to wonder if she had Alzheimer's at such an early age! After we ate, Kathryn and I helped serve the next round, and Dad was to take the rest of the kids back home. Ut oh, no Gina. “Anyone seen Gina? Go look for Gina. Check the elevator.” (God, I hope she wasn't attending another Mass upstairs). That prayer was answered the way I wanted! Bob checked the bathrooms (which I didn't think she could open the door to). Yep, Gina is in the girl’s bathroom! Gabrielle went in to get her. "No potty, just poop." Just POOP -on the back of her tights, and in the bathroom: on the floor, on the toilet, the walls...Ugh! What is it with shi+ today?

Kathryn and I finally got home. Gabrielle was fighting with Luke. Dad now understands how this can wear on a person. Gabrielle has an amazing affect on people – she has the power to make you happy and the power to bring everyone down. Why we give her this power, I don't know, but it happens. I began to think about taking back what I said when I dropped her off at church. A bit later in the day, she wanted to make cookies. The first pan of peanut butter cookies came out very brown (to go with the “poop” theme of the day?). As I told her she needs to pay attention to the recipe and how long she should cook them, she stated, “I’m sorry, I’m doing the best I can.” My quick reply, “God Help Me, then!” Yes, I said that to her precious face. At first it was sarcastic, but a few seconds later it was a heartfelt prayer! As she finished up, she decided she had enough dough to make one more cookie. The last cookie was the size of a waffle! She made it for Luke. To tell him she was sorry – after fighting all day, she suddenly snapped out of it. Ashamedly, this sounds a bit familiar for me, too.

So, dear family, what did you do to me? As I reflect on the day, I think how ironic that today is the feast of the conversion of St. Paul. Many of us reenacted it in our own home. Today, you taught me about conversion! From ravage, to mercy, to love. I'm glad I got out of bed! I'm glad I got to witness conversion of heart; both as an active witness and an eye witness. That is what life is all about: Constant conversion. Every sin overcome, every new turn to God. On any given day, someone is the forgiver AND someone is the forgiven – Yes, that someone is both!

Tackle Snow Football

2010-01-14T09:20:00.000-06:00

We're having a heat wave!

31º F

This throw is SO tempting ME to join the game!

After one more picture of the princess,

and some quick thinking:

Babe is fed

Toddler is napping

Big girls will babysit

Scramble for a pair of snowpants!

YEAH, They Fit!

And I am off to join the game

And this Mama had Fun!

An hour and a half later:

Nice game face!

I swear I didn't do it!

He was on my team!

(Not that being on my team would make a difference on some days)

Thanking God for Biggest Brother!

Is there a tooth fairy floating around blog world?

The one around here might be a bit sore...

Playtime!
It does a mama good!
Pass it on!

Home Improvement?

2010-01-12T23:09:00.000-06:00

Evidently this is what happens when lil' kids take pictures:

He may just be the Wilson of this family.

Anything you want to talk to him about?

Happy Wednesday!

Pool Day with a Rainforest in the Winterland!

2010-01-07T18:11:00.000-06:00

This morning, Gina woke up and immediately put on her swimsuit. She then proceeded to announce that we need to take her swimming! I can't believe cabin fever is setting in already. After about 7 hours of persistence, on this 'snowed in' day, I gave in to a pool party - in the tub.

She seemed to like the idea

Orange Bowl!

2010-01-06T23:16:00.000-06:00

A little fun with the camera tonight!

Another child updated for my wall

Only 3 more to go!

Christopher 5 Months

Go Hawks!

Feast of the Epiphany

2010-01-06T00:00:00.032-06:00

How does the Gift of Christmas begin?

The Angel came to Mary to tell her she would have a son; the Spirit breathes the life of Jesus into her womb. And Mary proclaims, “I am the servant of the Lord, let it be done to me as you have said.” Then, Mary got ready and hurried to visit Elizabeth.

Mary was “Charged with the Spirit” and she was never alone! Fr. Joseph Donders tells us in his book, Charged with the Spirit: Mission is for Everyone, “No one has ever succeeded in following God’s plan alone: there is too much fear to overcome, too many obstacles to clear, and too much resistance and confusion to set aside.”

Fr. Donders goes on to give us examples of togetherness: “What did Mary do? She visited Elizabeth, where she received affirmation and support. The first thing Jesus did on His walk along the lake was look for company; inviting people he accidentally met, to join Him. The last thing He did on earth was look for company, in the Garden! Together, with His family and friends He engaged himself for the Kingdom of God.” We too are meant to affirm and support each other as we engage on our journey!

Like the journeying wise men, each of us also has a gift to carry and share! Fr. Donders reminds us, “We each have a mission to accomplish." Do we celebrate Jesus at Christmas, but then forget to grow with Him along the way? Many times Jesus reaches our hearts and minds, but we miscarry Him before He grows in our soul! Fr. Donders goes on to tell us, “We are called to realize the Kingdom of God." Realize! Realize means to understand clearly; to fulfill. We realize the Kingdom of God, “by the way wives and husbands love each other and relate to their children; by the way children relate to their parents and future; by the way we offer our services; and by the way priests offer the sacraments.” Fr. Donders also tells us, "We cannot complete our mission unless we attract others, and we attract others by witnessing our vision of God within our approach to life!” Yes, within our own simple vocations; with our ‘Yes’ right where God has planned us to be! Not knowing fully what is to come, but faithfully trusting and loving from the depth of our souls! When Love spills over, we become impregnated with the Spirit, resulting in fruit of the womb: A true witness of Love, then pain, in exchange for Joy as we greet new life and bear spiritual children for the Kingdom of God.

So I challenge you to share in my New Year’s Resolution:

To trust and to love;

Letting go.
Asking for help
to trust and to love,

Especially when my being wants to fear and throw a fit.

How does the gift of Christmas end?

It doesn’t! However, it is fulfilled when we ALL make our home in the Kingdom of God!

John 14

Prayer:

Holy Father, You have chosen us to carry Your Son in our dusty souls;

As we say yes to You, may Your Spirit give us the courage and strength to hold your Son in the way each of us are called on any particular day.

Holy Spirit, charge and impregnate us! Do not turn away from our ugliness, but with Mary, show us how to care for Christ. As we travel together, guide us to love ALL the people you put in our lives, so that we may reflect His love and beauty and rejoice with new life!

Jesus, as we carry You and offer all our services to You, may those we pass by feel the Calm Breeze and Love of You, our True Life. May we all be attracted to your light; and together share our gifts and support, in humble adoration!

Like Mother Like Daughter?

2010-01-03T21:18:00.000-06:00

Who taught this girl how to cook?

Oh, wait, yes, I did.

And yes, she has learned well.

From me.

Did I just admit that?

As long as she remembers to take these chocolate brownies out of the oven on time, I can guarantee you they will be yummy!

The more love (aka mess) that goes into a project, the better it is!

Simply speaking from experience.

Gabrielle, concerning the shirt, and stated with a grin,

"Well, it's gonna have to be washed anyway."

I may have said that before;

But that was years ago!

Or maybe 1 year ago;

Way back around Christmas time in 2009.

Mmmm, the aroma from the kitchen smells delicious!

Happy 2010!

Imaginative Play

2009-12-28T13:47:00.002-06:00

And this is what I caught as I was busy on the main floor, cleaning up from Christmas festivities:

As I began to yell at them to clean up the mess, I asked what they were doing.

The answer:

"We're having a cereal fight! Like snowball, only we're using cereal! See, like this!"

Is it really good to foster imagination?

Why do they have to be so innocent?

My response, "Ok, you can cereal fight for 5 more minutes, then you have to clean up."

That is some expensive snow!

The Christmas Play 2009

2009-12-26T18:31:00.000-06:00

Kathryn, the narrator, shares the Christmas story:

After the angel Gabriel announced to Mary that she was to have a baby, another angel (played by Gina) watched and waited for the great moment - when she would be able to share the good news with the shepherds and sing Glory to God in the Highest

In our story, the angel Gabrielle, delivers the baby Christopher to Mary. Joseph scratches his ear in wonder of this special delivery as Mary is filled with Joy!

The Shephards, Luke and Vincent followed the angels to the manger scene.

The littlest angel needed some flying practice...

Joseph and Mary look on with love

Each wise man came with gifts to honor the Babe,

then bowed their knees

The animals (Rudy and Lucky) romped in the background

The littlest angel, "Oh, my halo is falling"

The Shepherd Vincent rests with his elder on this Silent Night.

Joseph can't take his eyes off Him!

Thank you for coming to our Christmas Play!

"For the Lord is Good and His Love endures forever!

His faithfulness continues through all generations"

Psalm 100:5

Christopher and Great Grandma!

Photo Shoot

2009-12-26T17:05:00.000-06:00

Ok, Let's take a picture!

Daniel wasn't too thrilled!

GQ Daniel and Christopher blowing kisses?

watch the progression of the Michael getting center attention:

'Poke the Baby'

"TIME OUT!"
Daniel is finally happy.

So, we decided to try one more time at home:

Maybe they really just wanted Mom and Dad in it, too!
or
They were happy not to be looking at our crazy faces anymore!

From our Home to Your's

Merry Christmas!

Bowel Milestone

2009-12-22T16:48:00.000-06:00

Boy: "Mom, the poop, yeah, I could handle it! Because it just stopped wanting to come out. I don't know when it's gonna happen aga-in, but, I don't have to go anymore!"

Good News: No poop in the underwear!

Let's hope he doesn't get constipated, now.

What do the Magnificat and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer have in common?

2009-12-20T20:49:00.001-06:00

Can you guess? Do you know?

They are Christmas Songs. They are songs of praise to God for the gift of Love, Jesus!

Ok, so before today, I would have agreed with the Magnificat's song of praise, but Rudolph? Really?

I never really thought much about this favorite Christmas song, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. That is, until today, when the kids sang it with great enthusiasm during children's liturgy!

So let me fill you in.

In today's Gospel, we heard that as soon as Elizabeth saw Mary, she exclaimed, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will have!" Mary was filled with JOY and began to praise God in the song, "My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior; for he has looked upon his servant; from now on all will call me blessed; the almighty has done great things for me; Holy is His Name!" And with these words, we had Mary's Christmas song!

We continued to talk about our Christmas songs today, both traditional and modern. I tried to keep the songs focused about Jesus. You know, Away in a Manger, Silent night, Joy to the World. But they, the children, said their favorite songs were Rudolph, and Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bells. Yes, the secular world has taken over - or has it?

As we finished up, I had them sing Away in a Manger with me as I prompted them to think about getting ready for Baby Jesus' arrival. They sang nicely. Then I gave in, and asked them if they wanted to sing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Reminding them (and myself) that no matter what our favorite Christmas song may be, it should be a song of Praise for God's gift of Love. We began to sing. You should have heard the enthusiasm! They were magnificent! Rudolph was gloriously loud! I was tempted to think, how sad that they are singing this with such excitement, yet they didn't want to sing any of the famous 'Church' hymns. Then it hit me. As I paused a moment to listen to them, (wow were they good!) I saw Rudolph in a different light. I began to understand a new meaning for this favorite song; it goes something like this:

Rudolph the red nose reindeer; Had a Very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows! All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor Rudolph play in any reindeer games.

* WHAM *
Yes, Jesus was also made fun of. People laughed at Him and called him names, and didn't want Him to hang around - look at the Cross! They wanted Him dead!

Then one foggy Christmas eve, Santa came to say, "Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight!"

*WHAM*
Santa, the Ultimate Saint, God the Father i.e: jolly old man with the white beard from the far North, as high North as you can go: Heaven. Rudolph, again, Jesus following the will of the Father to guide us through the 'fog' from the darkness of sin into the right direction with His light. Mary too was chosen, to bring this light into the darkness, and she is blessed for having trusted in what the Lord had said would be accomplished.

Then all the reindeer loved him. And they shouted out with glee, YIPPY. Rudolph the red nose reindeer; you'll go down in history.

*WHAM*
Jesus lead with such a bright light, that the others repented and could see well enough to follow; working together to bring gifts to all those in need. Interesting that the one who was different and seemed to have a weakness; the one who was set apart from the others was chosen to lead, and make history!

So this is my Rudolph lesson: It doesn't matter if people make fun of us or persecute us for our little light of faith; for in the end, we will be the leaders lighting the way. Our God Loves us and wants to use US, just as Santa used Rudolph. With our weakness, we light the way; because our weakness is actually our greatest strength!

May we, too, be like Rudolph and allow God to use us to shine through the darkness!
Merry Christmas!

Sarcasm to one = reality to another!

2009-12-20T18:50:00.000-06:00

Me to child guzzling pop, "Why don't you go ahead and drink it really fast to make sure you get as much as everyone else." (a few others just had a refill)

Littlest child, a mere 22 months old, with the sweetest voice, "O Kaay." Guzzle, Guzzle

Laughter fills the room.
I think my sarcasm backfired. ;)

Wordless Wednesday

2009-12-16T23:23:00.000-06:00

"Look Mom, the deer sneezed!"

'Change We Can Believe In'

2009-12-14T12:25:00.001-06:00

I heard the new song, 'A Baby Changes Everything' by Faith Hill, yesterday, after our big girls sang in the parish Christmas carols and meditations. The soloist (not one of my girls) touched many hearts; so, I wanted to share this extraordinary song with you in this video response:

And this folks is the change we need.
Is our 'inn' closed, or will we be the one to open our dusty door for the Savior's arrival to the world?

Putting up the Christmas Tree

2009-12-05T02:37:00.010-06:00

Michael watching the reader's below

Working hard!

Christopher watching the tree go up!

Almost there!

A little bit of team work!

YEAH!

Time for a bedtime story!

Thank God for siblings...

2009-12-02T13:58:00.001-06:00

So we were in the van to go pick up Kathryn. John and Gina asked to listen to their favorite song. I told them no because a few minutes prior to that, they were not behaving well. So Gina pipes up, "Well, can Vincent listen to it, he was being good." Followed by John, "Yeah, Vince and Chris are both good, so they should be able to listen to it!"

Jeremiah 5:1
Go up and down the streets of Jerusalem, look around and take note, search through her squares. If you can find but one person who deals honestly and seeks the truth, I will forgive this city.

They got their music...

Hidden Eyes

2009-11-26T09:53:00.000-06:00

I heard Daniel's stroll going through my room as I was tidying up the bathroom, and before I saw him, I said, "Hello Danielson!"

Daniel replied, "How did you know? Oh yeah, mom's have eyes on the back and sides of their heads!"
Me, "Oh, who told you that?"
Daniel, "I just knew it!"

Thank God for hidden eyes! They may come in handy more than I think...

Have a Blessed Thanksgiving!

Herbivores, and Carnivores, and Omnivores; Oh My...

2009-11-25T22:34:00.001-06:00

John's thoughts:

"Mom, so does that mean Christopher is a Milkivore?"

Answering his own question, "Yeah, Chris, you are a milkivore."

Makes sense to me.

Tests and Homework

2009-11-20T15:10:00.000-06:00

"God expects us to do our best work on tests and homework." This is what Fr. mentioned in one quick sentence at Mass, today. For some reason it has stuck with me. Here are my thoughts:

Tests and Homework
From a Mother's perspective:
Do I do my best 'home'work?
Do I put forth my best effort to pass the test?

To do well on the test, we need to prepare - always to the best of our ability;
1. complete our 'home'work, no cheating ;)
2. listen better
3. put more effort into the details
4. ask for help
5. look over our work and make necessary changes

I need to consistently work on ALL the numbered points above, but 5 really gets me. Have you ever thought you did well on a test, only to find out after the grade, you didn't? This has happened to me! More pride here, thinking I'm doing well...sigh. But, if I am forced to look at something from a different perspective, (usually better, though I may not think so at the time) I gain greater understanding!

Each person's best effort may record a different result; but we must be willing to put forth the effort and make the necessary changes. Only then will the Help shine through!

As we begin a new school church year next week, let us gather our 'supplies' and pledge to put forth our best effort so that we may 'pass the test'!

Have a Blessed Advent!

In Preparation for Thanksgiving!

2009-11-19T00:00:00.005-06:00

Giving Thanks For:

The Love

The Suffering

The Cross

The Beauty

The Body of Christ

and

Priests who bring Him to us!

Through our reception of the Eucharist, Christ will Love where we can not. All we need to do is ask Him to take over.

Feast on Him!

Wordless Wednesday

2009-11-18T21:51:00.000-06:00

I will DRIVE them out

2009-11-16T05:00:00.035-06:00

And then we experience a teenage driver...

Did you know that criticism is reciprocal?
Especially when it comes to teaching a teen to drive!
I didn't realize I was such a bad driver.

If I really am that bad, is it ok to repeat, "Don't do as I do, do as I say?" Or maybe I need to work on change! It IS really hard to keep my hands at 10 and 2; or turn on my signal, for a lane change, with no one around...but, maybe I need more practice. Maybe I need to work on obedience.

Our roads most assuredly become safer with an 'all-knowing' teen co-pilot! At least that's my experience...both in the car and at home ;)

Thank God for teens: driving out our bad habits on the road of life!

Reporting for Duty

2009-11-15T12:17:00.002-06:00

Fr. Wade Menezes reminds us of the path to sainthood:

1. Live an Active Sacramental life, so that we can be faithful in everything we do.
2. We become holy by faithfulness to daily duties, St. Therese's 'Little way':

"Do what we are supposed to do, when we are supposed to do it, and in the way its supposed to be done!"

The day may get ugly, but we must stick with it, remaining faithful in service- until it is complete;
Just as Christ did ALL the way to, and through, the cross.

There is work to be done...and the time is now; no excuses

Rescue Hero's

2009-11-07T11:43:00.001-06:00

Boys at play; thoughtful enough to include their baby brother:

"Come on, let's go, I've got the baby!"

Vocal gun noices, and planned out exit, carrying the baby through the house...

"I've got you guarded, ok. Quick!"

*10 minutes later:

"Mom, we need to eat, will you feed him so he's ready when we're done."

Kitchen Slime

2009-11-07T11:21:00.000-06:00

There is always a first for everything...

This morning, as I tread through the kitchen barefoot (I did just mop last night), I slid upon an interestingly slimy substance. At a closer glance, I called over my notoriously messy sneezer and told him if his slimy boogers should happen to fall upon the floor, it would be courteous of him to clean up the mess.

Still trying to refine this young man...

Family Food!

2009-11-04T08:26:00.002-06:00

I think we are all on the mend from the flu bug, and one is still on prednisone, so this quote from a friend of mine couldn't have hit at a better time:

These kids are, "Eating me out of house and boob food."

Enough said...

Have a Blessed Day!

Stones

2009-10-30T10:48:00.006-05:00

I'm in the midst of a few house projects.

Presently, I have wall paper mostly taken off of 2 bathroom walls (waiting for help to remove toilets and a sink- shortly, it might turn into a hands on self taught project ;) I think my husband takes pleasure in the fact that if he waits long enough, I will try it my self.) Anyway, we are also looking into ripping up well liked carpet and putting a hard floor down in our 'school' room. This is the ADD coming out in me. I really have a hard time sticking to a task and finishing it - or am I just flexible and able to handle multiple things at once?

Either way, I was thinking about putting some sort of irregular stone or tile onto the school room floor. As I was gathering ideas from this wonderful internet, I got to thinking these irregular stones can reflect us - our family, a bit irregular, patched together and laid on the foundation of the Catholic Church. Each of us with our our intricacies, yet still able to be stuck together. We need each other to portray the beauty of whole. By ourselves, we might look neat, but patched together we are so much more - Beautiful, Meaningful, Strong!

Someday you will be able to see the finished projects...

The Lost Sheep (continued)

2009-10-27T15:15:00.012-05:00

2nd Installment of The Lost Sheep

Ok, the kids are loaded up. I went back in the house and called for Michael. No answer. Here we go again... Up the stairs. Would you believe, I lost the lamb again! He was no where to be found. Neither was his backpack, shoes, the works- all missing!

This little lamb was not going to follow 'Mary' to school, today.

I decided I had better take Daniel. He had been waiting to go, and he didn't want to miss anymore of the school morning. At this point, he was already an hour late. As I left, I yelled through the air, "Michael please be ready by the time I get back home!" hoping the sound waves would carry to him, wherever he was. Then I called Dear Dad to fill him in on the missing child situation.

We arrived in the front office and I state, "Well, here's Daniel, I don't know exactly know where Michael is." The office staff answers back, "You're kidding, right."

"Well, I think he is in my house, the last time I checked, he was getting ready." We then had some caring dialog about this lost sheep which ended with the secretary saying, "Well, he'll have to use the bathroom eventually!" And I thought, 'Yes, we've got something going for us there' :) .

(This lost sheep of mine struggles with his colon, and the medicine he is on right now does NOT help his behaviors.)

On the drive back home, I began to second guess my decision to leave the house. What if he ran away while I was gone. Would he come back. Then thought, 'Of course he would come back, he's a kid; kids always come back, right?'

We pulled into the driveway, and I tell my 'littles' not to unbuckle just yet; incase Michael is ready. Inside I go, wondering. Wondering, 'Will he be here? Will he be ready? Will I find him?'

No luck on the quick find. I go back outside, and begin to haul the little ones in. Once we were all in and settled, I called for Michael again, no answer. I decided to leave the situation alone for a few moments, thinking he had to be in the house. Besides, I needed to figure out a better way to coax him out of hiding. As I swept up the mess of cereal and chocolate Nesquick that Vincent made during the Michael hunt, I thought of another tactic. I went upstairs with a prayer in my heart, and called again, "Michael, we need to talk, please come out." I continued to look around. Nothing, no Michael. How long do I wait before I have to search the neighborhood?

I beckon again, calmly going through each room, "Michael, please come out. I'm not going to hurt you. I love you and I forgive you." The third room I come to, I hear a stirring. I stop, listen, then repeat, "I love you, Michael, please come out." More stirring comes from under the bed. He was hiding in between two storage containers. Out he crawled, followed by him dragging out his shoes, backpack, and extra clothes.

We embraced, and talked. Since a significant amount of time had passed, I called the school to tell them I had found the lost sheep and would be bringing him up shortly. (Only 2 hours late).

This story, brings me to a greater understanding of the Parable of the Lost Sheep (Matthew 18:10-14). Our Father does not want any of us to be lost. We hide in shame, when we feel like we can not be forgiven; and only come out when we trust in Love. Oh what I learn from the example of a child...No matter what our sin, we should not be afraid and hide it; rather expose ourselves, for Jesus already took care of our shame by His crucifixion. His suffering with the pain of the cross was easier for Him to go through, than it was to watch with compassion the suffering consequences of our sin. With love and pity, He suffered to gain our eternal embrace.

How can we follow Jesus' example? By offering our everyday challenges with love and pity for others, so that we may all enjoy the embrace. Today, I re-learned that when people are shown punishment, they hide more; and when they are shown mercy and love, people change!

God hears our cries for help. On the initial road of Calvary, Jesus had help. As I think back on this ordinary cross of mine, I thank God for the help he puts in my life. I called my mom after I got Michael up to school, and asked her to say a prayer for us. I began to joyfully clean up the ordinary messes which cluttered our 'road'. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, and the lady on the other side stated, "I've got an hour, put me to work!" What, did I just hear? Really? I gave her a big hug. We talked and cleaned, and she left. And I was blessed by the Lord.

Carpe Diem!

Psalm 28

The Lost Sheep

2009-10-26T10:26:00.009-05:00

'Mary' had a little lamb, its fleece was, well, not white as snow...

Monday morning goes as follows:

I was up and ready! I dropped Kathryn off at school and headed to Mass. (God knew I needed to be there this morning more than I!)

What a beautiful morning!

I joyfully came home, ready to seize the day. Carpe Dium! My other school go-ers were getting ready, well two of them anyway. I went back into the room of the younger two, reminding them to get up before they miss their ride with Dad. I could hear a bit of grumbling as I left the room, but they seemed to be moving the the right direction!

However, it came to be, they didn't move fast enough. Dear Dad took the older two, and I told him I would take the other two, so the bigger ones wouldn't be late. Off they went. Carpe Dium!

I helped Daniel tie his shoes, and started prepping the others to load up. I called up to Michael, "We're leaving, let's go please!" No answer...

I run up the stairs, taking two at a time here and there. (It's better exercise, you know!) Call for Michael again. No answer. Hmm, maybe he went to the bathroom. "Michael, we need to go." No answer. Back to his room. "Michael, where are you?" No answer. "Michael!" Getting desperate, I call, "Does anyone know where Michael is?" Daniel responds, "He's in the closet." I went back to the closet. No Michael. Search the room, search his brother's room. Back to the closet, move around the sleeping bags, no Michael. Hmm. "Michael, come on, we HAVE to go!" Fifteen minutes of searching, and I state, "If you don't show yourself, the wooden spoon will! And it won't feel good!" Still, nothing!

I began to think, "God, are you still with me?" I could feel the anger coming on as I shouted again, "Michael!" So much for going to church; I was becoming militant for sure, but not exactly church militant. I marched down the stairs mumbling to myself how this child is going to get it - and get it bad. I couldn't believe I was dealing with this. It was a nice morning. I shoved the utensils around looking for a good wooden spoon, and yelled again, "Michael, you better not make me use this!" Then I had this chilling thought that someone was enjoying this scene: Not good!

Ok, God, you need to help me here, I'm losing it! Help me calm down.

Jesus.

Yes, calling on His name helped me. I began to relax. I thought of this boy of mine, and how I needed to follow through with the consequence I gave him. I thought to myself, oh, I know, I will test the wooden spoon on my own hand to see how hard I can hit it to make it hurt, but not bad. Brilliant, God! I'm ready. I walk up the stairs, stating, "Michael, this is you last chance!" Please come out." No Michael. I searched his closet again- a bit more thoroughly, and finally found him curled up behind some hanging snowpants. Firmly, I state, "Let's go, get up!" His reply, "No, I'm not going to school!" I dragged him out. The spoon stung his but; he began to get ready, and I loaded the kids into the van.

*to be continued...