After some unanticipanted time off, I am happily holding my sleeping four-month old in my arms and finally getting back to the blog.
Hi, everyone. I have missed blogging. Last winter was the winter from Pergatory. Everything that could have happened did and everything that couldn't happen did as well. We had every illness, every storm, and every problem that we could conceive.
But in late July, it was all worth it when my husband and I welcomed our littlest addition to the family. After a short, but difficult case of jaundice the littlest one is healthy and happy. There is so much to share it is hard to find a place to start. I suppose that is what time will bring. Keep you posted.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The Sandwich Generation
It can be hard caring for an elderly parent and have young adult children and grandchildren. More mature adults can feel extremely torn between responsibilities toward their parent that gave them so much growing up, and the joy and obligations they feel as a grandparent and parent.
Psychologists call this the sandwich generation. They feel sandwiched between everyone's needs and never seem to be able to take to time to enjoy themselves. It can be more than difficult especially if you are an only child or have siblings that live far from an aging parent and you are left to sholder the responsibilities.
These adults have much stress.
Idea: If you don't already know someone in this situation, keep your ears open for someone who is. Pray for them. Ask them how they are doing. Take them out for lunch or bring them some cake. They need a break.
Psychologists call this the sandwich generation. They feel sandwiched between everyone's needs and never seem to be able to take to time to enjoy themselves. It can be more than difficult especially if you are an only child or have siblings that live far from an aging parent and you are left to sholder the responsibilities.
These adults have much stress.
Idea: If you don't already know someone in this situation, keep your ears open for someone who is. Pray for them. Ask them how they are doing. Take them out for lunch or bring them some cake. They need a break.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Favorite Games
The new favorite game of the day is Hide & Seek. Not only do we hide ourselves or a parent, but we also hide stuffed animals, clothes, and anything else that we can get our hands on. We stand in the middle of the room. Put our hands over our eyes and count to ten as fast as humanly possible and sing, "Ready or not, here I come." We giggle and laugh our way through the finding process and then have to repeat it instantly.
I know I never had this much fun playing hide and seek as a child, but of course, I was an only child so I never had anyone to play with. My parents played occasionally, but for the most part they were always working on keeping the house spotless or the bills paid (how dare they!). Us, on the other hand, finally found the majority of the smell in the fridge, have a sink full of dishes, a pile of laundry (as usual), and a floor that must be vacuumed so we no longer walk on a layer of fur left from the dogs.
Nope, we do not have a spotless house. This drives my husband crazy. He much more prefers the pre-pregnant house when things were much better kept, but it will soon return again with patience. But for now, I play with my little one, I clean when I can, and give my husband pep-talks to keep him confident of a clean house in the future.
Because I will always remember a piece of advice that my wise great-grandmother told my mother once: Your children may not remember the clean sheets or the spotless floor, but they will remember if you did not have time with them.
I know I never had this much fun playing hide and seek as a child, but of course, I was an only child so I never had anyone to play with. My parents played occasionally, but for the most part they were always working on keeping the house spotless or the bills paid (how dare they!). Us, on the other hand, finally found the majority of the smell in the fridge, have a sink full of dishes, a pile of laundry (as usual), and a floor that must be vacuumed so we no longer walk on a layer of fur left from the dogs.
Nope, we do not have a spotless house. This drives my husband crazy. He much more prefers the pre-pregnant house when things were much better kept, but it will soon return again with patience. But for now, I play with my little one, I clean when I can, and give my husband pep-talks to keep him confident of a clean house in the future.
Because I will always remember a piece of advice that my wise great-grandmother told my mother once: Your children may not remember the clean sheets or the spotless floor, but they will remember if you did not have time with them.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Laundry Day
Who doesn't love to fold? Yuck! I suppose it is satisfying to put everything in neat piles and then tucked away neat in drawers, but the truth is that almost never happens. Laundry, laundry everywhere. We barely get the laundry done before people are pulling things right out of the dryer to be worn immediately. But there is an effort to keep things neat and orderly. In college, both my husband and I made an effort to take a couple of uninterrupted hours to clean and fold clothes so that we could actually learn at college rather than doing laundry at 12 AM as most co-ed's. However, today, we cannot afford to take an uninterrupted morning to do only laundry.
But these are the days of organized chaos. If we have a couple of day’s change of clothes in the drawers, we are looking good. The in-laws have just learned that there will always be a pile of unfolded clothes that we try to chip at during the day. The little one has even learned to help bring mommy and daddy clothes off, "the mountain" as we call it, so that we can achieve the joy of folded clothes.
My grandmother used to spend her life doing laundry. I always remember her folding, ironing, washing clothes. She loved the idea of neat and orderly clothes. It does make a person feel better, but at the time, she stayed up to 2 AM starching shirts (that is so never going to happen). I suppose we will just have to live with a little chaos and enjoy the process.
But these are the days of organized chaos. If we have a couple of day’s change of clothes in the drawers, we are looking good. The in-laws have just learned that there will always be a pile of unfolded clothes that we try to chip at during the day. The little one has even learned to help bring mommy and daddy clothes off, "the mountain" as we call it, so that we can achieve the joy of folded clothes.
My grandmother used to spend her life doing laundry. I always remember her folding, ironing, washing clothes. She loved the idea of neat and orderly clothes. It does make a person feel better, but at the time, she stayed up to 2 AM starching shirts (that is so never going to happen). I suppose we will just have to live with a little chaos and enjoy the process.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Pie
My family loves pie. We would rather have pie than cake most of the time. When we ask the little one what dessert she would like to have she always says pie. It can be better for you than cake if you watch the sugar and limit the saturated fat in the crust. Anyway, our special Valentine's Day dessert is a Mixed Berry Pie this year rather than sugar cookies full of frosting or something laden with fat.
Mixed Berry Pie
Uses a store bought crust or make your own and fill it with frozen mixed berries. (We like Wynman's mixed berries with no sugar. And we like to make our own crust so that we can use unsalted butter.) I add the juice of one fresh lemon, a teaspoon of cinnamon, and a 1/2 cup to 3/4 cup of white sugar, and a couple of tablespoons of flour so that the filling will thicken. I mix everything in a gallon sized storage bag and pour it into your crust. (No bowls. Who needs that?) Bake at 350 degrees for one hour. Tah-Dah! Beautiful Mixed Berry Pie in the middle of February.
Pie brings us so much joy. Share some dessert with someone you love.
And don't forget; Pie Day is March 14th. (Get it: 3.14)
Mixed Berry Pie
Uses a store bought crust or make your own and fill it with frozen mixed berries. (We like Wynman's mixed berries with no sugar. And we like to make our own crust so that we can use unsalted butter.) I add the juice of one fresh lemon, a teaspoon of cinnamon, and a 1/2 cup to 3/4 cup of white sugar, and a couple of tablespoons of flour so that the filling will thicken. I mix everything in a gallon sized storage bag and pour it into your crust. (No bowls. Who needs that?) Bake at 350 degrees for one hour. Tah-Dah! Beautiful Mixed Berry Pie in the middle of February.
Pie brings us so much joy. Share some dessert with someone you love.
And don't forget; Pie Day is March 14th. (Get it: 3.14)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Fun
I don't know about you, but life can get all managed and scheduled up with activities for other people and we don't often spend time having real fun. Real fun. Remember that? Not worrying about feeding the dog, or whether the children have completely wrecked the house and tied up the babysitter.
Remember going out with your sweetheart or your friends because everyone just wanted to have fun? Remember when it wasn't scheduled? Well, I do and I have to say....that was a very different time. It wasn’t better, just different. We had different goals and concerns. Hopefully, we have met some of those goals and now have a whole new bowl full. I wouldn't trade my current concerns, but I still think we scheduled, familyholic, givers lack fun. So, during this particular ice storm tonight, I will make an effort to have more, and be more, fun.
Cabin fever can get the best of us or even just a stagnant schedule. Think about spicing it up. (Hey, Valentine's Day is coming!)
For the Kids:
- try a special dessert
- a new restaurant
- a fun craft project
Adults:
- date night
- trivia/board games
- beat them at a card game
Remember going out with your sweetheart or your friends because everyone just wanted to have fun? Remember when it wasn't scheduled? Well, I do and I have to say....that was a very different time. It wasn’t better, just different. We had different goals and concerns. Hopefully, we have met some of those goals and now have a whole new bowl full. I wouldn't trade my current concerns, but I still think we scheduled, familyholic, givers lack fun. So, during this particular ice storm tonight, I will make an effort to have more, and be more, fun.
Cabin fever can get the best of us or even just a stagnant schedule. Think about spicing it up. (Hey, Valentine's Day is coming!)
For the Kids:
- try a special dessert
- a new restaurant
- a fun craft project
Adults:
- date night
- trivia/board games
- beat them at a card game
Monday, February 11, 2008
Shrimp Box
We've learned that in order for the little one to have a good time grocery shopping, she has to help us shop. She has her jobs: she picks the cucumbers, she chooses the bananas, and she bags the broccoli, and so on. She will also hold on to certain items for us as we shop. Well, today she has become very attached to a store brand box of storage bags. The box depicts a bag of shrimp. This has now become known as "Shrimp Box." She must hold on to it at all times. She plays a catch game with shrimp box and it dreaming about eating shrimp.
As crazy as it sounds, this is not out of the ordinary for our family. We have always taken the little one shopping and we have tried to have her be apart of the meal making process as possible. It is a conscious effort on our part to teach healthy eating habits and have her appreciate her heritage through food. (Let's face it; a large part of Italian culture is our food.) I grew up this way and as I came of age I noticed that I was different from others. I ate different food. I knew and embraced more of my heritage than others. I was healthier and I had a better relationship with my folks. (Everything always happened in the kitchen, especially a great deal of dialogue.)
So, although it can be nuts sometimes, having children apart of the cooking process, it can be beneficial. Cook with someone you love.
As crazy as it sounds, this is not out of the ordinary for our family. We have always taken the little one shopping and we have tried to have her be apart of the meal making process as possible. It is a conscious effort on our part to teach healthy eating habits and have her appreciate her heritage through food. (Let's face it; a large part of Italian culture is our food.) I grew up this way and as I came of age I noticed that I was different from others. I ate different food. I knew and embraced more of my heritage than others. I was healthier and I had a better relationship with my folks. (Everything always happened in the kitchen, especially a great deal of dialogue.)
So, although it can be nuts sometimes, having children apart of the cooking process, it can be beneficial. Cook with someone you love.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Communicating Duties
Sorry that I have been neglecting my communicating duties, but I was busy being a mom. On Friday, we took the little one for a special lunch and a fun-filled afternoon at the local indoor children's play place. On Saturday, we spent our time outside making snowballs and sledding (I did not do the sledding) until our usual Saturday night church extravaganza. Since we have all been feeling better, we have been trying to spend time doing fun and enjoyable family activities. It makes us all feel better since we never know when the weather or my husband's schedule can be unpredictable.
Nice Thing That Happened Today: At 5:15 AM, when my husband rose to greet the day with snowy anticipation, the plow went through. The weather forecast was for 3 inches of snow. I thought, "Geez, the town never plows on a Sunday. This is great. My husband will get to work safely." And he did.
Sweetest Thing That Happened Today: At 7 AM, as the little one and I are watching "Signing Time," well, she's watching...I'm dozing. She turns to me and says, "I love you, Mommy Cloud."
Funniest Thing That Happened Today: At 8 AM, I turn on the local weather, after I'm really curious as why it is still snowing well after 3 inches. (Thinking to myself, "Did they change the forecast?") The weatherman tells me with certainty, and a map, that it is not snowing here and that it stopped much earlier. (It didn't stop snowing for another 2 hours.)
Strangest Thing That Happened Today: At 10 AM, my mother called. Let's just leave it at that.
P.S. I have noticed that the links for Being Bookish are not always working. I'll work on that.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Best Plan
I started my Ash Wednesday at 5:30AM as my husband got ready for his marathon day and I tried, in vain, to get a few more minutes sleep. But before I knew it the day was off and running. The little one missed her daddy so much, but some craft projects and a warm sandwich of "Potatoes and Eggs" made her feel better. We played games and ate some dinner a la Nonna. Later, her other set of grandparents came to give mommy a minute to breathe, just in time to find out that the road conditions had worsened so badly that my husband would be coming home early. The best laid plans.
Speaking of plans, I have 40 days. Forty days to get this family and this house ready for Easter. Not much time when you think about it. Preparation. Isn't that the point of Lent? It's time to better ourselves so that we are better able to receive Christ. And part of that preparation is improving our environment.
A dear friend of our family just lost her battle with cancer a week ago today. She was a pillar in our community and a lasting figure in my husband’s life. The town will never be the same. But her life was simple. She gardened, painted, and was a wonderful musician. She was neat, funny, and always concerned about living a natural life void of chemicals. She never had much and was satisfied with the simple pleasures in life. She was a role model to many people. And as we reflect on her life, we are reminded of the need to simplify. To give of ourselves and not expect payment. To prepare and simplify our minds to receive more than we can imagine.
Speaking of plans, I have 40 days. Forty days to get this family and this house ready for Easter. Not much time when you think about it. Preparation. Isn't that the point of Lent? It's time to better ourselves so that we are better able to receive Christ. And part of that preparation is improving our environment.
A dear friend of our family just lost her battle with cancer a week ago today. She was a pillar in our community and a lasting figure in my husband’s life. The town will never be the same. But her life was simple. She gardened, painted, and was a wonderful musician. She was neat, funny, and always concerned about living a natural life void of chemicals. She never had much and was satisfied with the simple pleasures in life. She was a role model to many people. And as we reflect on her life, we are reminded of the need to simplify. To give of ourselves and not expect payment. To prepare and simplify our minds to receive more than we can imagine.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Family History
I don't know if it's the pregnancy, or the fact that my mother will be turning 60 this month, or the fact that I just received an email from my globe trotting cousin who has discovered more about my family then humanly conceivable, but I miss my family history project. In college, I was given a grant to begin researching my family history in the hopes of writing a book. (Toot, toot; there goes my horn again.) The book was put on the back burner when I got my own classroom and then my own family. Now, that I do not have a million and one additional responsibilities (just 999,999, now) my mind has wandered toward my family history project.
Family history is so important. Being a fairly new family in this country, my family does not have a significant paper trail to follow. With documentation comes stories that can be proven by more than just a cloudy memory from one of your aging relatives, but it is important to have both the memory and the paper.
Anyway, my point is that so many immigrant families from the turn of the century felt that America was like an orphan county with little history of which to build a solid foundation. Growing up, I felt the same way. My family was like an orphan family, of which I did not know as much as I would have liked. If one does not know their past, how can they build a future?
Family history is important to share with children and encourage them to have pride in who they are and what they are apart of. Any great family stories or family memorabilia? Share it with someone close to you. It makes a difference.
P.S. The Church has kept nearly perfect records of baptism records and so much more if you are looking for information on a specific loved one.
Family history is so important. Being a fairly new family in this country, my family does not have a significant paper trail to follow. With documentation comes stories that can be proven by more than just a cloudy memory from one of your aging relatives, but it is important to have both the memory and the paper.
Anyway, my point is that so many immigrant families from the turn of the century felt that America was like an orphan county with little history of which to build a solid foundation. Growing up, I felt the same way. My family was like an orphan family, of which I did not know as much as I would have liked. If one does not know their past, how can they build a future?
Family history is important to share with children and encourage them to have pride in who they are and what they are apart of. Any great family stories or family memorabilia? Share it with someone close to you. It makes a difference.
P.S. The Church has kept nearly perfect records of baptism records and so much more if you are looking for information on a specific loved one.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Being Bookish
Introducing "Being Bookish," an on-line book club designed for Catholics, especially Catholic parents, who just want to read more than board books, and explore and celebrate their Faith.
Who has the the time to read for pleasure when you have children that seem to have endless amounts of energy, homes that are swirlling vortexes of chores, and family demands that take priority over work, school, and erands? The truth is that there may not be time unless we make time. Being Bookish allows people to come together and appreciate Catholic authors and books that explore Catholic themes without being overwhelming. A book every other month that promises to keep you engaged and thinking rather than pouring through pages and pages of words that no one uses anymore. Small discussion groups will allow readers to discuss any thoughts they may have about the selections. Readers can pop in and out of discussions any time within the two months given for each selection. So come join us!
The selections for this year are:
1) Big Russ & Me by Tim Russert
Big Russ and & Me celebrates the father/son relationship and shows how the Catholic Faith has shaped Tim Russert and his life. A quick read and worth it for anyone to spend some time exploring. Discussions start the end of February.
2) Mother Teresa's Lessons of Love and Secrets of Sanctity by Susan Conroy
Susan Conroy dedicated ten years of her youth to be in the service of Mother Teresa in India. Here she learned invaluable lessons and because of this continues to discern the role God has for her.
3) Introduction to the Theology of the Body by Christopher West
Since John Paul II's Theology of the Body was first published, scholars and lay Catholics have been trying to fully understand all of its meaning. Charasmatic Catholic author Christopher West, simplifies the theology and encourages discussion.
4) For One More Day by Mitch Albom
Author of Tuesday's with Morrie and The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom explores the life of a fictional charcter who deals with the impact of some very powerful life choices. (Doesn't come out till April: discussions this summer.)
5) My Cup of Tea by Danielle Bean
Catholic author Danielle Bean is the senior editor of Faith and Family Magazine and admired by many mothers for her dedication to her vocation. In My Cup of Tea, Danielle shares some insights of being a parent in the Catholic Faith.
6) Why Do Catholics Do That? by Kevin Orlin Johnson
An invaluable reference and guide for Catholics and those that want to know more about Catholism, Johnson's book explores aspects of Catholism that even practicing Catholics might not even know.
Stay tunned in for more information about the opening of discussion groups.
We cannot wait to get started!
Who has the the time to read for pleasure when you have children that seem to have endless amounts of energy, homes that are swirlling vortexes of chores, and family demands that take priority over work, school, and erands? The truth is that there may not be time unless we make time. Being Bookish allows people to come together and appreciate Catholic authors and books that explore Catholic themes without being overwhelming. A book every other month that promises to keep you engaged and thinking rather than pouring through pages and pages of words that no one uses anymore. Small discussion groups will allow readers to discuss any thoughts they may have about the selections. Readers can pop in and out of discussions any time within the two months given for each selection. So come join us!
The selections for this year are:
1) Big Russ & Me by Tim Russert
Big Russ and & Me celebrates the father/son relationship and shows how the Catholic Faith has shaped Tim Russert and his life. A quick read and worth it for anyone to spend some time exploring. Discussions start the end of February.
2) Mother Teresa's Lessons of Love and Secrets of Sanctity by Susan Conroy
Susan Conroy dedicated ten years of her youth to be in the service of Mother Teresa in India. Here she learned invaluable lessons and because of this continues to discern the role God has for her.
3) Introduction to the Theology of the Body by Christopher West
Since John Paul II's Theology of the Body was first published, scholars and lay Catholics have been trying to fully understand all of its meaning. Charasmatic Catholic author Christopher West, simplifies the theology and encourages discussion.
4) For One More Day by Mitch Albom
Author of Tuesday's with Morrie and The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom explores the life of a fictional charcter who deals with the impact of some very powerful life choices. (Doesn't come out till April: discussions this summer.)
5) My Cup of Tea by Danielle Bean
Catholic author Danielle Bean is the senior editor of Faith and Family Magazine and admired by many mothers for her dedication to her vocation. In My Cup of Tea, Danielle shares some insights of being a parent in the Catholic Faith.
6) Why Do Catholics Do That? by Kevin Orlin Johnson
An invaluable reference and guide for Catholics and those that want to know more about Catholism, Johnson's book explores aspects of Catholism that even practicing Catholics might not even know.
Stay tunned in for more information about the opening of discussion groups.
We cannot wait to get started!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Anticipation
It doesn't mean what Carly Simon meant. Here in the Great Northeast, anticipation means: weather. Yes, once again, we are in the middle of a snow/ice storm with only a dusting of 3-6 inches and a quarter to a half of an inch of ICE. Oh, I hate ice. Last time we had a quater of an inch of ice a tree fell across our road, the power went out, and we all had to huddle at my mother-in-law's for heat. The schools have all closed in anticipation of not being able to safely get the children back home. (A teacher's nightmare: stranded students in your charge.) So, I am predicting that we will lose power and that I will not be able to write for a bit.
I call these kind of days, mandatory snow days. Adults rarely get snow days, and mothers almost never get snow days, so when the weather says that you have to stay home and take it easy, I appreciate it. When my husband was at music camp as a kid, (Yes, yes, I know, geek! But he is my geek and I love him.) the students/campers would become so engrossed in their instruments that they never took time to stop practicing and have fun. The camp created something called mandatory fun, where the camp leaders would take them shopping, to eat out, or just to a park. The campers would get all annoyed because they were "wasting time" when they could be practicing, but in the end everyone benefitted from some fresh air. And I think that a mandatory snow day is healthy. Everyone can benefit from some "fresh" anything other than what they are doing normally.
Today, we are going to do dishes and laundry early, in case we no longer can use the water because of a power outage. We will take showers early and clean out the fridge in anticipation of some food passing before its time. The little one is enjoying the snow as we speak as she sleds down our hill with her father. We will bake superbowl cookies and cook dinner early. And all in all, we will spend some time away from everything else.
I call these kind of days, mandatory snow days. Adults rarely get snow days, and mothers almost never get snow days, so when the weather says that you have to stay home and take it easy, I appreciate it. When my husband was at music camp as a kid, (Yes, yes, I know, geek! But he is my geek and I love him.) the students/campers would become so engrossed in their instruments that they never took time to stop practicing and have fun. The camp created something called mandatory fun, where the camp leaders would take them shopping, to eat out, or just to a park. The campers would get all annoyed because they were "wasting time" when they could be practicing, but in the end everyone benefitted from some fresh air. And I think that a mandatory snow day is healthy. Everyone can benefit from some "fresh" anything other than what they are doing normally.
Today, we are going to do dishes and laundry early, in case we no longer can use the water because of a power outage. We will take showers early and clean out the fridge in anticipation of some food passing before its time. The little one is enjoying the snow as we speak as she sleds down our hill with her father. We will bake superbowl cookies and cook dinner early. And all in all, we will spend some time away from everything else.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Service
I have to admit it. Service has taken a backseat in our family, recently. When the little one turned two this past fall, my husband and I decided that it was time to do one family service project every month. Nothing outragious or grand, just a litte something that would drive the point home that we should do for others as Christ did. Well, we were successful in October, but that was as far as it went. Now, Lent is fast approaching (Feb. 6th is Ash Wednesday) and I am reminded more and more of the need for Christain Service.
Our parish, like many others, introduce Operation Rice Bowl through Catholic Relief Services. Operation Rice Bowl provides assistance to developing communities throughout the world so that they can have improved argiculture, water maintaince, mother and child care, microfinance, education, and AIDS/HIV need projects. This is a great way for families to throw some spare change that has been lying between the couch cushions into good use. Well, this was a red flag to me that we have let service slip by this winter.
But there are many other ways that we can show giving of ourselves. Make A Difference in 15, one of my favorite websites, can help with some ideas of how to create family service projects or maybe even individual service projects that can make an impact on many lives. One of my favorites is the used clothing ideas for women. As spring approaches (maybe), we all have some clothes that could be put to better use.
But the best is really giving the simple things. Is there someone ill or super stressed in your family, community, parish that could use a little pick-me-up? Send them a card. Is there a really active family in your neighborhood that would appreciate a playdate or a bannana bread and a cup of coffee? Is there someone that would appreciate a visit or a lift to the store? I know that I have been hyperfocused on my family's needs lately (with some good reason) and I have been reluctant to give anything of mine to others. As Lent approaches, I will be trying to work on that.
Our parish, like many others, introduce Operation Rice Bowl through Catholic Relief Services. Operation Rice Bowl provides assistance to developing communities throughout the world so that they can have improved argiculture, water maintaince, mother and child care, microfinance, education, and AIDS/HIV need projects. This is a great way for families to throw some spare change that has been lying between the couch cushions into good use. Well, this was a red flag to me that we have let service slip by this winter.
But there are many other ways that we can show giving of ourselves. Make A Difference in 15, one of my favorite websites, can help with some ideas of how to create family service projects or maybe even individual service projects that can make an impact on many lives. One of my favorites is the used clothing ideas for women. As spring approaches (maybe), we all have some clothes that could be put to better use.
But the best is really giving the simple things. Is there someone ill or super stressed in your family, community, parish that could use a little pick-me-up? Send them a card. Is there a really active family in your neighborhood that would appreciate a playdate or a bannana bread and a cup of coffee? Is there someone that would appreciate a visit or a lift to the store? I know that I have been hyperfocused on my family's needs lately (with some good reason) and I have been reluctant to give anything of mine to others. As Lent approaches, I will be trying to work on that.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
God Shots
I've been trying to take life at a calmer pace. My body seems to be rejecting any kind of stress. (This is not easy.) Recently, at a calmer pace I have noticed that my life has been filled with subtle"God Shots." (A term from a Jay Mohr comedy routine.) Little happenings that occur that remind us that God is with us and that others exemplify the light of Christ when we need it most.
To the people at Friendly's:
Thank you, for a very nice and stress-free lunch yesterday, even though the little one seemed to re-plaster the highchair with macaroni and cheese and had an intense conversation with the waitstaff over salad dressing. Thank you, for the free balloon and letting us exchange Reese's Pieces with M & M's ,because the little cannot have peanut butter yet, on her sundae. Thank you, for letting my husband try, unsuccessfully, to win at the games in the restaurant, at the amusement of the little one. It was some of the most fun that this snowed-in, sickly, pregnant family has had in a very long time.
To my husband:
Thank you, for watching the little one as often as possible so that I can let my food settle. Thank you, for trying to stay on top of the dishes and the cleaning. Thank you. for always knowing what to do when my food doesn't stay down. (But the refrigerator has something growing within that will soon grow legs and walk out, so if you could think about finding it, my stomach and nose would be most grateful.)
To my mothers:
Thank you, mom and mom-in-law, for spontaneously surprising me with cleaning my kitchen when you come over to watch the little one, even though it takes me a week to find where you have put everything. It makes for a fun little game, and you are a good sport about it. Thank you, to my mom who makes us food when I no longer have the stomach to cook or eat the food that my husband makes. Thank you, for even making food when I don't ask.
And thank you, to the little one, who can act as if she has a constant diet of refined sugar, for giving the occasional hug and kiss to remind me why I go through this everyday.
To the people at Friendly's:
Thank you, for a very nice and stress-free lunch yesterday, even though the little one seemed to re-plaster the highchair with macaroni and cheese and had an intense conversation with the waitstaff over salad dressing. Thank you, for the free balloon and letting us exchange Reese's Pieces with M & M's ,because the little cannot have peanut butter yet, on her sundae. Thank you, for letting my husband try, unsuccessfully, to win at the games in the restaurant, at the amusement of the little one. It was some of the most fun that this snowed-in, sickly, pregnant family has had in a very long time.
To my husband:
Thank you, for watching the little one as often as possible so that I can let my food settle. Thank you, for trying to stay on top of the dishes and the cleaning. Thank you. for always knowing what to do when my food doesn't stay down. (But the refrigerator has something growing within that will soon grow legs and walk out, so if you could think about finding it, my stomach and nose would be most grateful.)
To my mothers:
Thank you, mom and mom-in-law, for spontaneously surprising me with cleaning my kitchen when you come over to watch the little one, even though it takes me a week to find where you have put everything. It makes for a fun little game, and you are a good sport about it. Thank you, to my mom who makes us food when I no longer have the stomach to cook or eat the food that my husband makes. Thank you, for even making food when I don't ask.
And thank you, to the little one, who can act as if she has a constant diet of refined sugar, for giving the occasional hug and kiss to remind me why I go through this everyday.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
A Prairie Home Companion
Every Saturday evening on the long drive back from church, we all snuggle up and listen to A Prairie Home Companion on the radio. It's a radio variety show hosted by the famous author of the Lake Wobegon books, Garrison Keillor. It's the perfect blend of humor, song, and skits performed by a unique cast of characters. (My favorites of course, are the reports from Lake Wobegon and Guy Nior.) Our little one loves all the different varieties of music that are performed from spirituals to blue grass.
It's a great time for us to sit and relax and share in a program that doesn't seem to over stimulate you. Disappointed by commercial television programming, the radio is a nice alternative for us "commuter families" that have a long drive to and from almost anywhere. But commercial radio can be just as disappointing and C.D.'s can only go so far before everyone is bored. We are big fans of this type of entertainment that doesn't try and hit viewers or listeners over the head with advertising, graphics or over the top scandals.
I have to thank the Writer's Guild Strike. Before, my husband and I would turn on the television after a crazy day and sit still in the semi-quiet after the little one went down. (AHAHAHA) But now, there is very little worth our precious time on television. So, we have resurrected some of our old favorite movies. We remember a time that was a little simpler and share some happy memories from the past. It is inspiring us to recapture some of that simpler time. We can't go back, but we can move forward with a better understanding of what is important to us.
So, I invite you to tune out the commercial television and radio in your life and find simpler and much more entertaining ways to enjoy the people in your family. Play board games, card games, resurrect an old movie, listen to a radio program, (They have great C.D.'s of the old ones from the 40's and 50's, if your kids are a bit older.), or just share some old stories. It's a bast.
It's a great time for us to sit and relax and share in a program that doesn't seem to over stimulate you. Disappointed by commercial television programming, the radio is a nice alternative for us "commuter families" that have a long drive to and from almost anywhere. But commercial radio can be just as disappointing and C.D.'s can only go so far before everyone is bored. We are big fans of this type of entertainment that doesn't try and hit viewers or listeners over the head with advertising, graphics or over the top scandals.
I have to thank the Writer's Guild Strike. Before, my husband and I would turn on the television after a crazy day and sit still in the semi-quiet after the little one went down. (AHAHAHA) But now, there is very little worth our precious time on television. So, we have resurrected some of our old favorite movies. We remember a time that was a little simpler and share some happy memories from the past. It is inspiring us to recapture some of that simpler time. We can't go back, but we can move forward with a better understanding of what is important to us.
So, I invite you to tune out the commercial television and radio in your life and find simpler and much more entertaining ways to enjoy the people in your family. Play board games, card games, resurrect an old movie, listen to a radio program, (They have great C.D.'s of the old ones from the 40's and 50's, if your kids are a bit older.), or just share some old stories. It's a bast.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Finally, A Car
It felt like a choir of angels sang as we drove the new car home and parked it on the snow covered driveway today. Finally, the new car has been purchased and is sitting outside, all shinny and new. For some reason with the new car here, and the accident far behind us, we feel like we can start to get things accomplished at a more successful rate. Our little one was so excited for this large family purchase that she thinks that the car is for her. I guess, in some way, it is for her.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Mommy Sick Days
Yes, I over did it. After a disorganized Monday, Tuesday became a bit too crazy. I over did it and wound up sick that night. Food was the enemy and the world seemed too loud and fast paced. I called in back-up. I made my mother take a different lunch hour and come babysit the little one so that we could have a moments rest. (She was happy to just have some time with the little one that she didn't even mind.) My husband was so kind as to see that I was as pale as a sheet and in agony so, he took a sick day yesterday so that I could be sick. All I needed was some bland food and lots of rest. (NO prenatal vitamin today!) By this morning, I was still a bit weak, but my appetite was coming back. I've been through this before with out first pregnancy. We don't realize how fast paced our lives are until my body states in bold language, "ENOUGH!"
Mommy took a sick day. They really aren't sick days because the little one still needs to know that you are there and that everything will be alright. The husband has, what seems like, a million questions about where things are and who gets what and when. And you know that whenever you get back into the groove, there will be a mess waiting for you somewhere. But when it is all said and done, you have to remember that you have to do what's best for you and the little one within. It's only fair. And a little time away from the norm always helps other appreciate the job that you do everyday.
Prognosis: We all should be alright with continued rest and small frequent meals.
Mommy took a sick day. They really aren't sick days because the little one still needs to know that you are there and that everything will be alright. The husband has, what seems like, a million questions about where things are and who gets what and when. And you know that whenever you get back into the groove, there will be a mess waiting for you somewhere. But when it is all said and done, you have to remember that you have to do what's best for you and the little one within. It's only fair. And a little time away from the norm always helps other appreciate the job that you do everyday.
Prognosis: We all should be alright with continued rest and small frequent meals.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Great News!
For those of you who do not know, our family is expecting a new addition. We are so excited to be having another baby. We heard the heart-beat for the first time today. It sent my husband over the moon. I immediately asked, "How many beats per minute?" (Because I panic.) Our little one has requested a little brother and a little sister, but the medical community has confirmed that there is only one in there. (Whew!) We are due in late July and have so much work to do to get ready.
A little worried about what a new addition will mean to our family chemistry, we have been reading and researching the best plan for our family. It can be difficult, but anything worth having is worth a little difficulty. It's back to the books for me. All major decisions in my life have always been followed by a research and reflection period so that I feel more mentally ready to accept the challenge. (I know, I know, I'm a bit high-strung.) My husband is calmer and doesn't seem to panic quite as much as I do. (At least there is a balance.) Thank God for prayer.
Physically, my appetite has come back (as my husband does a little happy dance because this means yummy food in the making). I get, what I call, the "tireds" and nausea, but those have been waining since the first weeks of the pregnancy. Right now, the little one and I seem to be on the same schedule: she sleeps, I sleep, she eats, I eat. It's working so far. It's all in God's hands.
A little worried about what a new addition will mean to our family chemistry, we have been reading and researching the best plan for our family. It can be difficult, but anything worth having is worth a little difficulty. It's back to the books for me. All major decisions in my life have always been followed by a research and reflection period so that I feel more mentally ready to accept the challenge. (I know, I know, I'm a bit high-strung.) My husband is calmer and doesn't seem to panic quite as much as I do. (At least there is a balance.) Thank God for prayer.
Physically, my appetite has come back (as my husband does a little happy dance because this means yummy food in the making). I get, what I call, the "tireds" and nausea, but those have been waining since the first weeks of the pregnancy. Right now, the little one and I seem to be on the same schedule: she sleeps, I sleep, she eats, I eat. It's working so far. It's all in God's hands.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sports Fans
I have to admit it, I'm not an athlete. I am as far from athletic as Joseph was at being the biological father of Jesus. It's just not possible. At four feet ten inches tall, I command no athletic presence and never wanted to. Once, in high school, the cheer leading coach asked my mother if she would consider allowing me to try out for the team. Once my mother found out the coaches use for my ninety pound body at the top of a lift, she declared a resounding, "NO!" I did, however, grow up with a respect for sports and those that have the God given talent to play them.
Growing up in New York City, baseball was in my family's blood. With annual trips to Yankee and Shea stadiums, I have fond memories of falling asleep long before the "good stuff" ever happened. My mother hated all sports except for baseball, while my little Italian-American grandmother loved all sports and giggled when my Italian born grandfather shouted at the television with such zeal, "You salami," and then fell off the chair. (Too much zeal.)
Well, as I grew older and boys no longer seemed repugnant, I fell in love and married a football fan. Oh, the agony. I had no idea about football. As most people would have done, I tried to understand the sport. I just didn't understand why the players had to hit one another so hard and why were they so angry? It seemed primitive. But over time, he wore me down, and I have grown to enjoy the game. Our little one loves to watch football with her Daddy, mostly because she likes to see her Daddy smile and cheer (and make silly faces and fall on the floor when the team does something displeasing). He even likes baseball and watches it as well.
I have a sinking suspicion that our little one will one day join a sport. She should. And I will, once again, be out of my realm. What else is new. I suppose that's all part of the game, the parenting game that is; being able to put your needs and comfort levels aside for the good of your children.
Growing up in New York City, baseball was in my family's blood. With annual trips to Yankee and Shea stadiums, I have fond memories of falling asleep long before the "good stuff" ever happened. My mother hated all sports except for baseball, while my little Italian-American grandmother loved all sports and giggled when my Italian born grandfather shouted at the television with such zeal, "You salami," and then fell off the chair. (Too much zeal.)
Well, as I grew older and boys no longer seemed repugnant, I fell in love and married a football fan. Oh, the agony. I had no idea about football. As most people would have done, I tried to understand the sport. I just didn't understand why the players had to hit one another so hard and why were they so angry? It seemed primitive. But over time, he wore me down, and I have grown to enjoy the game. Our little one loves to watch football with her Daddy, mostly because she likes to see her Daddy smile and cheer (and make silly faces and fall on the floor when the team does something displeasing). He even likes baseball and watches it as well.
I have a sinking suspicion that our little one will one day join a sport. She should. And I will, once again, be out of my realm. What else is new. I suppose that's all part of the game, the parenting game that is; being able to put your needs and comfort levels aside for the good of your children.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Reading, Reading, and More Reading
When our little one was an infant it felt like all we did was change her, feed her, and read to her. That was the majority of our day, anyway. With some tummy time sprinkled in here, and some Peter and the Wolf there, and lots of well deserved naps for everyone, she liked reading the best.
Since about 3 months old, she could really focus in on television, so we cut it out of our daily diet. That's right, in large part no television for the little one till she was 16 months. Now, there are such strict rules about television in our house that I get some strange glances from other family members when I tell them she can't watch that. It's mainly because we feel that television should be limited, but not prohibited. We allow her to watch mostly PBS aired programming and some Fraggle Rock.
Today, the little one has three regular story times: mid-morning, before the afternoon nap, and at bedtime. She looks forward to them, for the most part, and they seem to really settle her right down when her world may be feeling a little crazy. Each story time is about 15 minutes long, grand totalling to at least 45 minutes of reading a day.
From a non-expert, it is so important to read to children at least 15 minutes a day. It increases security, self-confidence, and self-esteem. It increases literacy, word decoding, and most of all creates a love for learning and reading that can never be extinguished. Send a book to a young someone in your life. You might be pleasantly surprised by the reaction that you receive.
Since about 3 months old, she could really focus in on television, so we cut it out of our daily diet. That's right, in large part no television for the little one till she was 16 months. Now, there are such strict rules about television in our house that I get some strange glances from other family members when I tell them she can't watch that. It's mainly because we feel that television should be limited, but not prohibited. We allow her to watch mostly PBS aired programming and some Fraggle Rock.
Today, the little one has three regular story times: mid-morning, before the afternoon nap, and at bedtime. She looks forward to them, for the most part, and they seem to really settle her right down when her world may be feeling a little crazy. Each story time is about 15 minutes long, grand totalling to at least 45 minutes of reading a day.
From a non-expert, it is so important to read to children at least 15 minutes a day. It increases security, self-confidence, and self-esteem. It increases literacy, word decoding, and most of all creates a love for learning and reading that can never be extinguished. Send a book to a young someone in your life. You might be pleasantly surprised by the reaction that you receive.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Pizza and A Haircut
After dealing with the disappointment of not finding a car, my husband and I felt that we needed to do something as a family to refresh our positive outlook today (which has been dwindling). So, I decided we needed to go get new haircuts. Sounds drastic to some people, but getting a haircut where we live is a really pleasurable experience.
We have this lovely little salon run by the sweetest young woman. She gives the best haircut in three counties and she is a dear friend. She knows both sides of our family intimately, as she does most families in town. And our little one loves her. She's part hair dresser, counselor, cheerleader, and personal consultant. It may be a little odd that we have such a close relationship with the hairdresser, but that's the way things are here. She did the hair for all the men and women of our bridal party on my wedding day and also my sister-in-law's wedding. She even came to the house to trim my hair after I had gotten home from the hospital with our little one. She is a very special person.
The only problem is that this salon only takes walk-in's so if you want to get your cut, you might wait awhile. While you wait, you can run into every female and male counterpart in the community. Everyone talks and shares. Just so happened that my mother-in-law had the same idea this morning and we ran right into her. Small towns.
With new hair cuts we felt new and clean and ready to take on the day. While we waited, I called ahead to the local pizza joint and ordered a real treat: take-out cheese pizza and a salad (almost never done in our family). Pizza and a haircut. Family favorites, family visits, and good friends.
We have this lovely little salon run by the sweetest young woman. She gives the best haircut in three counties and she is a dear friend. She knows both sides of our family intimately, as she does most families in town. And our little one loves her. She's part hair dresser, counselor, cheerleader, and personal consultant. It may be a little odd that we have such a close relationship with the hairdresser, but that's the way things are here. She did the hair for all the men and women of our bridal party on my wedding day and also my sister-in-law's wedding. She even came to the house to trim my hair after I had gotten home from the hospital with our little one. She is a very special person.
The only problem is that this salon only takes walk-in's so if you want to get your cut, you might wait awhile. While you wait, you can run into every female and male counterpart in the community. Everyone talks and shares. Just so happened that my mother-in-law had the same idea this morning and we ran right into her. Small towns.
With new hair cuts we felt new and clean and ready to take on the day. While we waited, I called ahead to the local pizza joint and ordered a real treat: take-out cheese pizza and a salad (almost never done in our family). Pizza and a haircut. Family favorites, family visits, and good friends.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Honesty
My husband and I try to teach our little one about honesty. We model honesty. We explain honesty in terms that she can understand. She is influenced by the family members and friends that she knows and of course she is exposed to honesty in church. Right now, she is in a stage where she is decoding what is a an untruth and what actually happened. But buying a car can really aggravate an honest person.
I simply do not understand it. I guess you could call me a strong personality. Honesty is what I am known for. I try to still be respectful and gentle, but honest. So when my husband and I explain to the salesman what we want and what we can pay for it, why does he show us something else? Just give me what I want. I don't have this kind of time. And if you can't show me what I need, just tell me and I will move on. Well, in one of my honest moves today, we left the dealership still without a new car. I thanked him for his time, but left. He offered all sorts of other ideas and hopes to give my husband and me a call. (Just wait till he does.)
Honesty. People should try it. It's refreshing and makes for good business.
I simply do not understand it. I guess you could call me a strong personality. Honesty is what I am known for. I try to still be respectful and gentle, but honest. So when my husband and I explain to the salesman what we want and what we can pay for it, why does he show us something else? Just give me what I want. I don't have this kind of time. And if you can't show me what I need, just tell me and I will move on. Well, in one of my honest moves today, we left the dealership still without a new car. I thanked him for his time, but left. He offered all sorts of other ideas and hopes to give my husband and me a call. (Just wait till he does.)
Honesty. People should try it. It's refreshing and makes for good business.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Lord, Give Me Strength
In my youth, my mother's favorite saying when things seemed to be spiraling out of control was, "Saint Jude, sit on my shoulders." I'm not quite sure what that really meant, but I knew that whenever she said that, I backed away slowly and quietly without any sudden moves. My favorite saying is, "Lord, give me strength." And at the time that I say it, it's more like a demand then a request. Well, today was one of those, "Lord, give me strength" days.
Things were settled with the little one. She was playing quietly. (Hooray! A silent victory parade marched through my mind.) When the doors to chaos seemed to open wide. Slowly, we managed to get everything back on track after I broke into a cold sweat and some blood vessels popped deep in my brain. And then I said it, "Lord, give me strength."
I realized that by saying this, what I really do is take a deep breath, stand back. and reevaluate what the real problem is in the middle of all the craziness. AH. Then slowly, with some divine intervention, things seem to right themselves temporarily. Sometimes, I need to talk about it, write about it, or just do something different for my nerves to settle down. When all the dust settled today, I did have strength.
Things were settled with the little one. She was playing quietly. (Hooray! A silent victory parade marched through my mind.) When the doors to chaos seemed to open wide. Slowly, we managed to get everything back on track after I broke into a cold sweat and some blood vessels popped deep in my brain. And then I said it, "Lord, give me strength."
I realized that by saying this, what I really do is take a deep breath, stand back. and reevaluate what the real problem is in the middle of all the craziness. AH. Then slowly, with some divine intervention, things seem to right themselves temporarily. Sometimes, I need to talk about it, write about it, or just do something different for my nerves to settle down. When all the dust settled today, I did have strength.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Challenging, But Up.
When things seems too frustrating to handle, I try to look forward toward the future. For us, we have an opportunity to take some time and plan a brief and an inexpensive (I mean dirt cheap) mini-vacation this spring. Just the idea of taking some time to get away from the three needy dogs, the snow that never seems to stop this year, my husband's crazy work schedule, and weeks that seem to already plan themselves before you even get to them, sounds divine! I love the idea of taking some family time. Sometimes you don't even have to leave the house to feel like you have gone somewhere. As a family, little things like pitching a tent in the living room and pretending like you are camping with picnic food and games, while it snows outside, can do the trick. Or if you can, give the kids to grandma for the night and create a theme night for you and your spouse, with ethic food and movies.
We also have an opportunity to finally replace the car that was totalled in the November accident. Car buying can be hard on a family. There is usually a tight budget and the stamp on your forehead that says, "I have no idea about car shopping." This time we have done the research and we are very certain about the terms and agreements that we want to make. This is the first car buying experience where I will to be apart of the "negotiations committee." With God on our side, I hope to walk away from this month with a new car. (Darn it!) But my good mood started with the purchase of a shelving unit with a left over gift card. I didn't even pay for it, but it is helping to clean-up the craziness. So use those old gift cards and certificates. It's a ball.
And it has been a tantrum-free day. We have had some close calls, but no blown fuses yet. Things are looking up. Challenging, but up.
We also have an opportunity to finally replace the car that was totalled in the November accident. Car buying can be hard on a family. There is usually a tight budget and the stamp on your forehead that says, "I have no idea about car shopping." This time we have done the research and we are very certain about the terms and agreements that we want to make. This is the first car buying experience where I will to be apart of the "negotiations committee." With God on our side, I hope to walk away from this month with a new car. (Darn it!) But my good mood started with the purchase of a shelving unit with a left over gift card. I didn't even pay for it, but it is helping to clean-up the craziness. So use those old gift cards and certificates. It's a ball.
And it has been a tantrum-free day. We have had some close calls, but no blown fuses yet. Things are looking up. Challenging, but up.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Tantrums
I always knew that deep inside we are all capable of a tantrum if we let ourselves. Well, today the little one had her first full-fledged tantrum. Scared me to pieces. Her father tried to handle it the best way he thought, but it may not have been as effective as he hoped.
In times of crisis, such as today, I take a deep breath, pray a small prayer, and stay strong, but compassionate. Then, I read. I have always been the most at home in a library. In fact, the people close to me might say that I have turned my house into a library, but I suppose their are worse things. So today, I turned to Penelope Leach's Your Baby and Child. (She has never failed me yet.) I love this book. I bought it in my fourth month of pregnancy with the little one when my OB suggested that, as an academic person, I should focus less on the child birth classes, which he claimed come naturally, and study parenting. It was one of the best $20 I ever spent. She tells you the physical and mental needs behind eating and growing, teething, sleeping, crying, playing and so much more. And then gives practical advice that can guide a parent to handling situations positively. We have gone through some difficult times with our little one's growth and this book has never been wrong.
After reading it, I explained to my husband that we could have done better. I suggested that he read it as well. After which we both feel like we can handle the next tantrum a bit better now that we know where they are coming from. In parenting as in life, I suppose you will always make mistakes. But the hope is to learn from the mistakes and be a better person and therefore, be a better parent.
In times of crisis, such as today, I take a deep breath, pray a small prayer, and stay strong, but compassionate. Then, I read. I have always been the most at home in a library. In fact, the people close to me might say that I have turned my house into a library, but I suppose their are worse things. So today, I turned to Penelope Leach's Your Baby and Child. (She has never failed me yet.) I love this book. I bought it in my fourth month of pregnancy with the little one when my OB suggested that, as an academic person, I should focus less on the child birth classes, which he claimed come naturally, and study parenting. It was one of the best $20 I ever spent. She tells you the physical and mental needs behind eating and growing, teething, sleeping, crying, playing and so much more. And then gives practical advice that can guide a parent to handling situations positively. We have gone through some difficult times with our little one's growth and this book has never been wrong.
After reading it, I explained to my husband that we could have done better. I suggested that he read it as well. After which we both feel like we can handle the next tantrum a bit better now that we know where they are coming from. In parenting as in life, I suppose you will always make mistakes. But the hope is to learn from the mistakes and be a better person and therefore, be a better parent.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Oh, What A Night!
"In mid-January, back in '08.." (Doesn't have quite the same ring as the original, "Oh, What A Night!") Anyway, the little one has been really under the weather. On Thursday, when we almost had this cold knocked out of her, she caught it again from her father. AHAHAHAH! So, I give up. We are going to the doctor first thing in the morning and if they don't give me an early appointment, so help me God, I will reach through the phone and explain the fires of Hell to that nurse. (Can you tell that I haven't gotten any sleep in two nights?)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Knitting Knutts
I have to admit it. I am a knitting nut! I love to play around with new stitches and yarns. I love to spin wools and other fibers for a real homespun look.
When I was an adolescent, not a pretty time in my past, I latched on to the fiber arts like most teenagers latch on to parties. I was small and socially awkward. I hadn't yet figured out my own personal style. ( And don't think that I have quite mastered style even still.) My parents did not have much, but for a time they owned a small store on Main Street in our small town. A sister of our neighbor often demonstrated fiber arts and my parents invited her to demonstrate at the store. I was fascinated. I asked to learn how to spin right away, but the response was, "What would you do with all that yarn if you do not know how to knit?" So I learned how to knit first. My mother and I went to all kinds of knitting and spinning club meetings and bees for years. It's a great hobby to share with kids. I can't wait till my little is old enough, but I sure do love the baby sweater phase, too.
As an adult, I just do not have the time or resources to donate to the cause anymore. But I still try new patterns and yarns. This year I have decided that everyone next Christmas is going to get something hand knitted. I started the day after this past Christmas and so far no real progress. With all the sickness running around our family, I haven't knitted much, but I am still committed. Maybe soon I'll have a scarf or something to show for all the hard work.
When I was an adolescent, not a pretty time in my past, I latched on to the fiber arts like most teenagers latch on to parties. I was small and socially awkward. I hadn't yet figured out my own personal style. ( And don't think that I have quite mastered style even still.) My parents did not have much, but for a time they owned a small store on Main Street in our small town. A sister of our neighbor often demonstrated fiber arts and my parents invited her to demonstrate at the store. I was fascinated. I asked to learn how to spin right away, but the response was, "What would you do with all that yarn if you do not know how to knit?" So I learned how to knit first. My mother and I went to all kinds of knitting and spinning club meetings and bees for years. It's a great hobby to share with kids. I can't wait till my little is old enough, but I sure do love the baby sweater phase, too.
As an adult, I just do not have the time or resources to donate to the cause anymore. But I still try new patterns and yarns. This year I have decided that everyone next Christmas is going to get something hand knitted. I started the day after this past Christmas and so far no real progress. With all the sickness running around our family, I haven't knitted much, but I am still committed. Maybe soon I'll have a scarf or something to show for all the hard work.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Who's Excited for Lent
Lent was never my favorite season in the Church calendar. As a kid, it always seemed so solemn. All I knew was that I had to give something up as Jesus had given his life. One year, the Sisters at school said that we should give up something that we really loved. So I gave up cucumbers, my favorite snack in the whole world. (My mother was a health-nut like I am today.) When she asked what I had given up, and I told her cucumbers, she protested. She said I had to pick something else. I never could find a satisfactory substitute.
As I become older, I sacrificed on a grander scale. I once gave up television. (I had the best grades ever during that quarter.) I gave up candy once. (The dentist was happy about that.) It wasn't until I became a twenty-something that the sacrifices became more about cleansing myself of negativity and giving of myself more and more to God. I pledged to be more prayerful. I pledged to me more understanding. I pledged to be more giving of my material goods. (Though there was never much to give, especially in college.) When my husband and I married, our first Lent together was spent largely apart. I was pregnant and miserable and he was working. So I have grown to almost dread this season. I lose my husband to a landslide of work commitments and I have to work harder spiritually and physically.
But this year, something is different. I'm looking forward to Lent. I can't really explain it except to say that there is a normalcy in this ritual cleansing that I am craving this year. Our family has experienced some abnormalities this last year and I like knowing what I can expect, to some degree, this Lent. It's like a spring cleaning for the spirit where I am able to do more and be more for others. Plus, the little one can understand more this year, so maybe it will have even more meaning for our family. I invite everyone to get more excited about Lent as an opportunity rather than an obligation.
As I become older, I sacrificed on a grander scale. I once gave up television. (I had the best grades ever during that quarter.) I gave up candy once. (The dentist was happy about that.) It wasn't until I became a twenty-something that the sacrifices became more about cleansing myself of negativity and giving of myself more and more to God. I pledged to be more prayerful. I pledged to me more understanding. I pledged to be more giving of my material goods. (Though there was never much to give, especially in college.) When my husband and I married, our first Lent together was spent largely apart. I was pregnant and miserable and he was working. So I have grown to almost dread this season. I lose my husband to a landslide of work commitments and I have to work harder spiritually and physically.
But this year, something is different. I'm looking forward to Lent. I can't really explain it except to say that there is a normalcy in this ritual cleansing that I am craving this year. Our family has experienced some abnormalities this last year and I like knowing what I can expect, to some degree, this Lent. It's like a spring cleaning for the spirit where I am able to do more and be more for others. Plus, the little one can understand more this year, so maybe it will have even more meaning for our family. I invite everyone to get more excited about Lent as an opportunity rather than an obligation.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Kitchen
Ah, the kitchen. The center of our house. Maybe it's because with two adults and a growing toddler we eat constantly. Maybe it's because of the yummy meals that come from love. Maybe because it is one of the few times we all sit still and enjoy each other all day. Maybe it's because if you ever want to talk to me for any length of time, you'll find me in the kitchen. Maybe its because we watch too much Food Network. I'm not exactly sure what the recipe was, but I'm sure glad that it has worked out that way.
No matter how hard I try, I cannot keep the little one out of the kitchen. I panic when I am cooking and she is anywhere close to the kitchen. I think it is just too dangerous. But she is curious and wants to be with mommy. When she was little I could give her a plastic spatula and a bowl and she would go to town. We even bought her her very own kitchen. She has little interest in it. She wants to be in the real kitchen. After I have regained some patience, I usually try and have her help in the kitchen. She has been helping prepare meals and baked goods for about 6 months now. I put her in her booster seat, strap her in, and let her mix ingredients. Recently, she has become really good at pouring and cracking eggs. She loves it.
As she gets older, and bigger, she has become a climber. She can get on, over, under, between anything in our house. Yesterday, she decided that the booster seat was just not going to cut it. Within two seconds, she hopped up on a dining room chair, knelt, put her elbows on the table and asked what she could help with. After my heart leaped in panic, I couldn't help but smile. (She has a way of making me do that.) She seemed steady. So I cut some oven baked potato fries and had her season them while we talked and snacked on broccoli stems. When daddy came home for dinner, I told him that Emma made the fries. He asked her if this was true. She smiled and casually said, "Yeah." As if to say, "No big deal, wait till you see what I will do when I get older." We all can't wait for that.
No matter how hard I try, I cannot keep the little one out of the kitchen. I panic when I am cooking and she is anywhere close to the kitchen. I think it is just too dangerous. But she is curious and wants to be with mommy. When she was little I could give her a plastic spatula and a bowl and she would go to town. We even bought her her very own kitchen. She has little interest in it. She wants to be in the real kitchen. After I have regained some patience, I usually try and have her help in the kitchen. She has been helping prepare meals and baked goods for about 6 months now. I put her in her booster seat, strap her in, and let her mix ingredients. Recently, she has become really good at pouring and cracking eggs. She loves it.
As she gets older, and bigger, she has become a climber. She can get on, over, under, between anything in our house. Yesterday, she decided that the booster seat was just not going to cut it. Within two seconds, she hopped up on a dining room chair, knelt, put her elbows on the table and asked what she could help with. After my heart leaped in panic, I couldn't help but smile. (She has a way of making me do that.) She seemed steady. So I cut some oven baked potato fries and had her season them while we talked and snacked on broccoli stems. When daddy came home for dinner, I told him that Emma made the fries. He asked her if this was true. She smiled and casually said, "Yeah." As if to say, "No big deal, wait till you see what I will do when I get older." We all can't wait for that.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The Dream
The dream is to have a medium sized family with children well spaced out so that everyone feels special and appreciated without driving mommy to the pscych ward at the local hospital.
The dream is to have a small well maintained home with low ceilings to breed closeness.
To have the children share bedrooms and learn the difficulties and the joys of respecting each others space.
The dream is to have the children do their homework around the dining room table every afternoon and evening, asking questions about topics that we have long since forgot.
The dream is to have the older children read to and grow closer to their younger siblings rather than resent their existence for their whole life.
The dream is to have family breakfast and dinner at least 4 days out of 5.
The dream is to look outside and see children playing on the lawn.
The dream is to have well adjusted and polite children that enjoy doing family activities together.
The dream is to mention the idea of a vacation and everyone puts in their two cents, and begins to get truly excited.
The dream is to go to so many concerts, recitals, games, matches, and shows that we know the teachers, classmates, families, and layout of every building by heart.
The dream is to be making dinner and have little hands trying to snatch a taste before its ready.
The dream is for the children to never see a boundary between going to church and living the Church.
The dream is for the children to love and respect their grandparents and absorb their goodness.
The dream is for my husband and I to have such close relationships with our children that they miss us when they leave.
The dream is to have our children choose their vocations with the confidence that we will respect and support their decisions.
The dream is to have a long and loving marriage as a gift to our children.
That's the dream.
The dream is to have a small well maintained home with low ceilings to breed closeness.
To have the children share bedrooms and learn the difficulties and the joys of respecting each others space.
The dream is to have the children do their homework around the dining room table every afternoon and evening, asking questions about topics that we have long since forgot.
The dream is to have the older children read to and grow closer to their younger siblings rather than resent their existence for their whole life.
The dream is to have family breakfast and dinner at least 4 days out of 5.
The dream is to look outside and see children playing on the lawn.
The dream is to have well adjusted and polite children that enjoy doing family activities together.
The dream is to mention the idea of a vacation and everyone puts in their two cents, and begins to get truly excited.
The dream is to go to so many concerts, recitals, games, matches, and shows that we know the teachers, classmates, families, and layout of every building by heart.
The dream is to be making dinner and have little hands trying to snatch a taste before its ready.
The dream is for the children to never see a boundary between going to church and living the Church.
The dream is for the children to love and respect their grandparents and absorb their goodness.
The dream is for my husband and I to have such close relationships with our children that they miss us when they leave.
The dream is to have our children choose their vocations with the confidence that we will respect and support their decisions.
The dream is to have a long and loving marriage as a gift to our children.
That's the dream.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
We Have a Chest Cold
I have to admit that I am a scared-y-pants when it comes to bacteria and viruses. Their potential is endless, and as a mom all I want to do is exterminate them immediately.
For three weeks during the Christmas season I had the worst chest cold. It just wanted to be bronchitis. But I wouldn't let it. Now, the little one has it and we are fighting it every step of the way. After my doctor recommended some over the counter medicines we have taken the offensive. Lots of water, plain but nutritious food, lots of sleep, restful activities, and some old fashion tried and true remedies. And slowly, but surely we are winning the war.
I panic inside, but I show an outer composure of nurturing confidence. My husband has chronic asthma that is always one cold away from a hospital visit. So when a germ invades our house we go on high alert. Washing sheets, changing toothbrushes, disinfecting, no touching eyes or nose. We must conquer.
For three weeks during the Christmas season I had the worst chest cold. It just wanted to be bronchitis. But I wouldn't let it. Now, the little one has it and we are fighting it every step of the way. After my doctor recommended some over the counter medicines we have taken the offensive. Lots of water, plain but nutritious food, lots of sleep, restful activities, and some old fashion tried and true remedies. And slowly, but surely we are winning the war.
I panic inside, but I show an outer composure of nurturing confidence. My husband has chronic asthma that is always one cold away from a hospital visit. So when a germ invades our house we go on high alert. Washing sheets, changing toothbrushes, disinfecting, no touching eyes or nose. We must conquer.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Labeling
Alright, mommy moment.
It is very obvious to anyone who watches my family, and I really don't suggest it for long periods of time, that we do not fit in any sort of mold. I'm 4 feet ten inches tall and my husband is six feet tall. (Dancing is a struggle.) And our little one has a projected growth curve at around five feet six inches tall. I have black hair, my husband has blond, and our little one has brown. I have brown eyes, my husband has green, and the little one has blue. It goes around and around this way.
I would venture that as varied as human beings are, so are parenting styles. My husband and I parent differently then our parents did us. There are many reasons why we have chosen a different path. We have different priorities, struggles, environments, and life experiences. I do not think less of my parents simply because they did things differently. I have faith that they did the best they could under the circumstances. As I also feel about other more contemporary families.
However, there has been great buzz in "mommy cyberspace" about attachment parenting theory and other Catholic models of parenting. I have to be honest, I had never heard of such a thing till recently. I'm not a psychologist, but as a teacher, as a mom, as a fairly academic person, I think this is an open-ended war. Parents are running into dangerous territory.
It is healthy for different theories to present themselves and to also be academically evaluated. However, I do not think that it is healthy for parents to criticize each other over the theories that they prescribe to unless there is harm done to the child. When the issues are boiled down it seems to be a case of labeling. Parents want to label their parenting styles and their children so that others can easily contrast them to the greater public. In education, as well as in life, labeling can be a dangerous action. It can be good to label, to a degree, such as labeling a child learning disabled so that the child can receive services to better the learning process. However, the danger comes in the prescribing of the same services to that child no matter the need. Services are provided to the child based on an individual education plan. Then there comes the stigma. The stereotype. Labeling can hurt.
I firmly believe that each child has an individual education plan as well as an individual parenting plan. Sure there are some generalities that can be drawn for some families, but as varied as a humans physical appearance, so is their emotional, social, and spiritual needs that we as parents must tune into and tune out of all this right way/wrong way nonsense. Even if you do not verbalize it, parents still fell the implications.
It is very obvious to anyone who watches my family, and I really don't suggest it for long periods of time, that we do not fit in any sort of mold. I'm 4 feet ten inches tall and my husband is six feet tall. (Dancing is a struggle.) And our little one has a projected growth curve at around five feet six inches tall. I have black hair, my husband has blond, and our little one has brown. I have brown eyes, my husband has green, and the little one has blue. It goes around and around this way.
I would venture that as varied as human beings are, so are parenting styles. My husband and I parent differently then our parents did us. There are many reasons why we have chosen a different path. We have different priorities, struggles, environments, and life experiences. I do not think less of my parents simply because they did things differently. I have faith that they did the best they could under the circumstances. As I also feel about other more contemporary families.
However, there has been great buzz in "mommy cyberspace" about attachment parenting theory and other Catholic models of parenting. I have to be honest, I had never heard of such a thing till recently. I'm not a psychologist, but as a teacher, as a mom, as a fairly academic person, I think this is an open-ended war. Parents are running into dangerous territory.
It is healthy for different theories to present themselves and to also be academically evaluated. However, I do not think that it is healthy for parents to criticize each other over the theories that they prescribe to unless there is harm done to the child. When the issues are boiled down it seems to be a case of labeling. Parents want to label their parenting styles and their children so that others can easily contrast them to the greater public. In education, as well as in life, labeling can be a dangerous action. It can be good to label, to a degree, such as labeling a child learning disabled so that the child can receive services to better the learning process. However, the danger comes in the prescribing of the same services to that child no matter the need. Services are provided to the child based on an individual education plan. Then there comes the stigma. The stereotype. Labeling can hurt.
I firmly believe that each child has an individual education plan as well as an individual parenting plan. Sure there are some generalities that can be drawn for some families, but as varied as a humans physical appearance, so is their emotional, social, and spiritual needs that we as parents must tune into and tune out of all this right way/wrong way nonsense. Even if you do not verbalize it, parents still fell the implications.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Your Name?
My husband's job is a rather public one, well, at least it is public to the over 1,500 families that attend our parish. With four solidly attended masses every weekend, daily mass, weddings, funerals, retreats, sacraments, a vibrant youth community, committees, and ministries growing every year, my husband comes in contact with a few people. He manages music for all liturgies, an average 30 member choir (which swells to 40 members during Christmas and Easter, go figure), children's choir, nearly 20 cantors, and a folk ensemble every week. He's amazing.
But aside from his nearly superhero-like schedule, the strangest thing keeps happening to the both of us. Let me give you a taste......One day, in city far far from here, my family and I were taking an annual Christmas shopping trip to a book and toy store. We stopped at a coffee shop to settle down for some homemade meatloaf sandwiches from "Spaeth Catering" when some nice older folks loudly proclaimed that they had spied the, "piano player, from church." They came right up to our family and told us all about their day and how much they enjoy church and the music. It was nice, but they never introduced themselves. And before we knew, they we gone.
In the book store, I had some lovely lady pop up behind me and tell me how much my little one has grown. She remembered when she was an infant and enjoys watching her at mass. ("And you are?") And the next thing I know, she was called over to help a customer. Apparently, she was working at the book store. My husband gets incidents like this all the time at mass. People come up to him and talk to him, good or bad, they more often then not, never give a name. And the next thing you know they are off and running someplace else.
We understand that because my husband, and therefore our family, is apart of so many special moments, and as regular as the sun coming up on the weekends, he is a constant for parishioners. They feel like they know him. Sometimes, if we are lucky, we able to ask for a name before people hop along. From now on, I make a conscious effort to introduce myself to people, even if they have done some ground work and already know who I am, I introduce myself. It's polite. And it doesn't take much effort to be just a little kinder. You never know.
But aside from his nearly superhero-like schedule, the strangest thing keeps happening to the both of us. Let me give you a taste......One day, in city far far from here, my family and I were taking an annual Christmas shopping trip to a book and toy store. We stopped at a coffee shop to settle down for some homemade meatloaf sandwiches from "Spaeth Catering" when some nice older folks loudly proclaimed that they had spied the, "piano player, from church." They came right up to our family and told us all about their day and how much they enjoy church and the music. It was nice, but they never introduced themselves. And before we knew, they we gone.
In the book store, I had some lovely lady pop up behind me and tell me how much my little one has grown. She remembered when she was an infant and enjoys watching her at mass. ("And you are?") And the next thing I know, she was called over to help a customer. Apparently, she was working at the book store. My husband gets incidents like this all the time at mass. People come up to him and talk to him, good or bad, they more often then not, never give a name. And the next thing you know they are off and running someplace else.
We understand that because my husband, and therefore our family, is apart of so many special moments, and as regular as the sun coming up on the weekends, he is a constant for parishioners. They feel like they know him. Sometimes, if we are lucky, we able to ask for a name before people hop along. From now on, I make a conscious effort to introduce myself to people, even if they have done some ground work and already know who I am, I introduce myself. It's polite. And it doesn't take much effort to be just a little kinder. You never know.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
The Gopher
Years ago, during a long season of duress, my cousin-in-law, gave us a Gopher.
No, not a real one, thank God. One of those handy helping tools sold on the T.V., the Gopher is like an arm extension, so that with a squeeze of a trigger you can grab almost anything. She gave everyone a Gopher that year. She's a physical therapist and doesn't believe in over extending. We laughed and teased her for a whole year about this obviously unusual gift.
This was about five years ago and since then we haven't the heart to throw it away. Recently, bending hasn't been a pleasurable experience so I dusted off the old Gopher and tried it out. Before this, the Gopher was only used to dispose of dead mice that lost their battles during the winter season. So I disinfected it and ever since it has been a life saver. I grab everything with that thing: toys, clothes, stuffed animals, crayons, dog bowls, you name it.
So the moral of the story is: We live in a throw away culture. So often we chuck anything that isn't of the most use at that very moment with little forethought. Think carefully. Some strange gift that you get one day could be helpful later on, especially if it is given out of love and concern. A little wacky, no doubt, but my cousin-in-law was thinking of our best interest. So think carefully this new year, as you consider the clutter and spring cleaning around the corner. There may be use for something yet.
No, not a real one, thank God. One of those handy helping tools sold on the T.V., the Gopher is like an arm extension, so that with a squeeze of a trigger you can grab almost anything. She gave everyone a Gopher that year. She's a physical therapist and doesn't believe in over extending. We laughed and teased her for a whole year about this obviously unusual gift.
This was about five years ago and since then we haven't the heart to throw it away. Recently, bending hasn't been a pleasurable experience so I dusted off the old Gopher and tried it out. Before this, the Gopher was only used to dispose of dead mice that lost their battles during the winter season. So I disinfected it and ever since it has been a life saver. I grab everything with that thing: toys, clothes, stuffed animals, crayons, dog bowls, you name it.
So the moral of the story is: We live in a throw away culture. So often we chuck anything that isn't of the most use at that very moment with little forethought. Think carefully. Some strange gift that you get one day could be helpful later on, especially if it is given out of love and concern. A little wacky, no doubt, but my cousin-in-law was thinking of our best interest. So think carefully this new year, as you consider the clutter and spring cleaning around the corner. There may be use for something yet.
Friday, January 4, 2008
The Eye Doctor
"Can you see me now?"
When we had our little girl, my husband and I decided that we should make certain that we were comfortable and satisfied with all of our family doctors so that from a young age, our little one could also feel comfortable. That seemed reasonable to me. So we made sure we were comfortable with all our doctors, but the optometrist was last on the list because his appointments only come around every two years.
We thought that our little one might benefit from something a little less high traffic than our usual eye care center in the mall. We were concerned, however, because our eye coverage isn't the most comprehensive. But we saved and were finally ready to get the show on the road.
It is so important for infants and toddlers to see an eye doctor as early as possible. Most doctors recommend that an infant see an eye doctor within the first year of life, sometimes through the InfantSEE program, but we felt that our little one wasn't ready for that. She was quite terrified of the doctor then. We felt that by forcing her into a scary situation with instruments coming at her in the dark might not be the best confidence building outcome that we could hope for. Plus we both felt that her vision didn't seem conpromised and there was no real sign to worry.
But today we have SUCCESS!! The eye doctor is wonderful. He's professional and gentle, and most of all caters to families. We are so blessed to have finally rounded up a group of professional doctors and nurses that we feel comfortable with and that our little one feels comfortable with. Being your family's advocate is one of the most important jobs a parent has.
When we had our little girl, my husband and I decided that we should make certain that we were comfortable and satisfied with all of our family doctors so that from a young age, our little one could also feel comfortable. That seemed reasonable to me. So we made sure we were comfortable with all our doctors, but the optometrist was last on the list because his appointments only come around every two years.
We thought that our little one might benefit from something a little less high traffic than our usual eye care center in the mall. We were concerned, however, because our eye coverage isn't the most comprehensive. But we saved and were finally ready to get the show on the road.
It is so important for infants and toddlers to see an eye doctor as early as possible. Most doctors recommend that an infant see an eye doctor within the first year of life, sometimes through the InfantSEE program, but we felt that our little one wasn't ready for that. She was quite terrified of the doctor then. We felt that by forcing her into a scary situation with instruments coming at her in the dark might not be the best confidence building outcome that we could hope for. Plus we both felt that her vision didn't seem conpromised and there was no real sign to worry.
But today we have SUCCESS!! The eye doctor is wonderful. He's professional and gentle, and most of all caters to families. We are so blessed to have finally rounded up a group of professional doctors and nurses that we feel comfortable with and that our little one feels comfortable with. Being your family's advocate is one of the most important jobs a parent has.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Tree
I'm sorry, but the tree must come down!
I know that the Christmas season is still upon us, but the tree has to come down. Every year we leave the tree up through Epiphany, but this year, it's too cluttered. There are still remains of Christmas wrapping scraps, glitter, and newly acquired toys blossoming all over the living room. Half of the lights spontaneously went out around December 15th and the dogs have eaten all the macaroni garland from the bottom of the tree. It's a sad looking beast at this very moment.
We still have our Jessie Tree and the Nativity on display. Aren't those the true Christmas symbols, anyway? My little girl understands more so that Christmas is "Jesus' Birthday" rather than why we have this large plastic tree that lights up in the middle of the living room restricting her play space. (We have to have an artificial tree because my husband is allergic to the real thing. That's right. He sneezes uncontrollably if he is within 30 feet of those green rascals. I wonder what it would be like to take him on a hike?)
So, if you have a tree and you can still keep it up, buy all means, keep the Christmas tree for all to enjoy. But if you have to take it down, let's not let the true meaning of Christmas be put away or thrown to the side of the road for garbage pick-up. God gave his only son, in his most vulnerable form, for us to know and love. Let's treasure this.
I know that the Christmas season is still upon us, but the tree has to come down. Every year we leave the tree up through Epiphany, but this year, it's too cluttered. There are still remains of Christmas wrapping scraps, glitter, and newly acquired toys blossoming all over the living room. Half of the lights spontaneously went out around December 15th and the dogs have eaten all the macaroni garland from the bottom of the tree. It's a sad looking beast at this very moment.
We still have our Jessie Tree and the Nativity on display. Aren't those the true Christmas symbols, anyway? My little girl understands more so that Christmas is "Jesus' Birthday" rather than why we have this large plastic tree that lights up in the middle of the living room restricting her play space. (We have to have an artificial tree because my husband is allergic to the real thing. That's right. He sneezes uncontrollably if he is within 30 feet of those green rascals. I wonder what it would be like to take him on a hike?)
So, if you have a tree and you can still keep it up, buy all means, keep the Christmas tree for all to enjoy. But if you have to take it down, let's not let the true meaning of Christmas be put away or thrown to the side of the road for garbage pick-up. God gave his only son, in his most vulnerable form, for us to know and love. Let's treasure this.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Life in the Great Northeast
This is how you know you live East of Nowhere.....
This morning my husband had to crank up the snow-blower as the sun was rising to clear the driveway. Not too uncommon. But he had a bit of trouble getting out because the dirt road that our driveway is adjacent to had not been plowed. So he snow blowed that, too. It's not so much that it hadn't been plowed, but that it was never going to be plowed. See, the town refuses to plow this road for some unknown reason and the only way we can get out is if a 70 year old neighbor of ours that bears a striking resemblance to Santa Claus, encourages his 50 year old Jeep Wrangler, which he coaxes with sweet nothings to get up the hill. However, he mainly plows because his younger sister must use this dirt road as well. So if she doesn't need him to plow he might not, or in the very best do it when he is ready and able, rather than at our family's convenience. Although this situation is good for a laugh, the Church my husband works at cannot stop masses, funerals, and meetings simply because it snowed. So we make the best of it. My husband is usually covered in a cloud of snow from the snow blower, our daughter knows the sound of it almost instantly, and we all pray for small scrapper banks and warm sun to melt our troubles away.
This morning my husband had to crank up the snow-blower as the sun was rising to clear the driveway. Not too uncommon. But he had a bit of trouble getting out because the dirt road that our driveway is adjacent to had not been plowed. So he snow blowed that, too. It's not so much that it hadn't been plowed, but that it was never going to be plowed. See, the town refuses to plow this road for some unknown reason and the only way we can get out is if a 70 year old neighbor of ours that bears a striking resemblance to Santa Claus, encourages his 50 year old Jeep Wrangler, which he coaxes with sweet nothings to get up the hill. However, he mainly plows because his younger sister must use this dirt road as well. So if she doesn't need him to plow he might not, or in the very best do it when he is ready and able, rather than at our family's convenience. Although this situation is good for a laugh, the Church my husband works at cannot stop masses, funerals, and meetings simply because it snowed. So we make the best of it. My husband is usually covered in a cloud of snow from the snow blower, our daughter knows the sound of it almost instantly, and we all pray for small scrapper banks and warm sun to melt our troubles away.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
First Day
First day of the new year and we have another 8 inches of snow! And of course, my husband had to play for the Holy Day today and had to drive through the unplowed roads. My heart skips a beat every time he sleds home in this weather. We live about an hour away from church so just going to work on a clear day can be an adventure. But he is finally home, safe and secure. We are going to spend the rest of the day with each other and who ever is brave enough to push the limits of automobile safety to get to our little house. I wish all of you a Happy New Year.
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