Thursday, April 30, 2009

Overreact Much?

Just heard from DH that the remaining hockey practices and games are canceled for the season.

Apparently, the boys are not sufficiently protected against that awful pad-ripping, face-mask yanking, helmet-destroying disease known as the Swine Flu. Oh! Excuse me, I meant H1N1.

I mean, for heaven's sakes, the lads cannot even reach their mouths to drink their gatorade during the game unless they have a 3 foot long straw and can somehow take their mouth guards out without choking on them. They wear so much padding, I think we could drop them from the top of the rec center and they would bounce!

Swine Flu?

You gotta be kidding me.


Do you know what I really think?

I think they're all just scared of ME.


:)

Fellowship


Darkness crept back into the forests of the world.
Rumor grew of a Shadow in the East...
Whispers of a Nameless Fear.
And the Ring of Power perceived...
Its time had now come.

But then something happened that the Ring did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable,
A Hobbit... Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.

For the time will soon come
when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
~Fellowship of the Ring, 2001




Last night, as part of my Birthday evening, DH and I brought out an old favorite, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. As is our custom when starting these movies so late, we didn't get very far, just to part where Aragorn takes over and starts leading the Hobbits into the Wild.

I love this whole Trilogy, although Fellowship is by far my favorite. I especially enjoy the life of the Hobbits. So peaceful, So simple. They love children, tilled earth, their pipes and of course, a good ale.

I like to imagine that in some small way, we are like the Hobbits of the Shire. Our work is in and for our family. We have no desire to go off and have adventures or do anything extraordinary by the world's standards. We like the simple life. We give great parties with loads of food and drink, and tons of children running about. The men talk world politics while the older folks hand down legends to the children. The women cook and dance and nurse their babies. It's a true village of one purpose.

We even have our own Nameless Fear in the East.

The rumors and whisperings that have surfaced these past four months have been truly frightening. The Ring of Power has found its Master and is reaking havoc on this country, and the casualities will be our children. Matthew Archbold has written about the dilemma of our response here. Do we run to the fields of Hobbiton and live under a hill? Or do we face the fires of Mount Doom and rout the enemy?

Whatever our response, I take comfort in knowing that I am not alone. Talking to DH last night about why I loved Fellowship so much, I told him that it was the friendship of Frodo and Sam that gave me such hope for their journey. Against all odds, they would remain together. Whatever happened, it would be the two of them that endured it. That comforts me especially in my own journey. To have family and friends that constantly remind me and encourage me in my vocation and in the fight for the true the good and the beautiful.

Sam: It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.



:)

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

A Serenade









Happy Birthday To You...

Get up, feed the cat, wake the girls, get them dressed, fuss over hair, feed them breakfast.

Happy Birthday To You....

Change the laundry, put the clothes away, find the shoes, kiss girls and DH goodbye.

Happy Birthday Dear Mama...

Get dressed, wash your face, eat breakfast, empty the dishwasher, get school started.

Happy Birthday To YOU!


The only birthday cake in the house is the one pictured above, but DH promises that will change by this evening. Such is life for a homeschooling Mama of 5. I'm blessed to be so busy!

:)


Little Dear makes her First Confession this evening, on this wonderful Feast of St. Catherine of Sienna. Please say a prayer for her, won't you?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Advice

When your 11 year old, first thing in the morning...

discovers a small continent of fruit flies (who have pretty much established their own constitution and trade laws by now)

living off of a bag of no-longer-frozen corn that has been sitting

in the bottom of his tackle box since last month (!!!!!)

And said 11 year old asks you to "Come Here QUICK!" ?


Go back to bed.

Trust me.

It's going to be that kind of day.


:P


Um... And throw out the tackle box.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Dare I Tell?

It's tough when your children are BNL fans and hockey fans....

I mean, when your all time favorite band is singing the praises of your all time favorite hockey player?

The "Young Crosby"????

Really. What kind of mean mom would even attempt to explain that they are actually singing about some obscure 70's rock band?



Deck The Stills - Barenaked Ladies


Not this Chica.

:)

My Heart's At Home Daybook...

I just love doing these. Especially when I take the time to look back and read about the days gone by. These are little glimpses into my heart and home. Lots of memories to cherish.

:)


Outside my window...

Rain. And thunder. Lots of it. All day. Perfect day for slow cookers, baking bread and chocolate chip cookies.


I am listening to....

The kids playing Connect Four while taking a break from their school work. DH bought the game yesterday, and the kids have been really enjoying it.


To live the liturgy...

Little Dear makes her First Penance on Wednesday (feast of St. Catherine of Sienna, and my birthday!) and her First Communion May 23rd. Lots of preparations going on around here, physically and spiritually.


To be fit and happy...

Back and stomach exercises only these days. I need to get more motivated somehow. Lil Sis and I share a pure hatred of running for the sake of it. Don't know if I'll be able to overcome it like she has.


I am thankful for...

Our home, DH's job, and my next door neighbor who once again showered us with flowers for my front bed. He is super generous.


From the kitchen...

Pork chops in a mushroom and white wine sauce, rice, and homemade bread. Cookie baking later on with the littles.


I am wearing...

The comfiest pants I have ever owned. Grey-blue, tailored but stretchy... a light pink tank top and white flip flops. My hair is mega-curly due to all the humidity these days.


I am creating...

A million lists in my head. Some birthdays, an evening out, and an upcoming trip to the east coast has my head spinning. I need to get these lists out of my head and onto paper before my brain explodes. :)


On my mp3 player...

The Weepies, and hopefully some new mellow stuff from Lil Sis. Need to ask her...


Towards a real education...

Action Man finally has his testing next week for his Dyscalcula. I am excited to get some answers and form a game plan with people who know how to handle this sort of thing. Home schooling is awesome, but dealing with a learning disability requires outside help for sure.


Bringing beauty to my home...

Starts in my bedroom, I'm convinced. I need to be more disciplined there before I can move out and around to the rest of the house. And those chore charts need a serious re-vamping.


I am reading...

Just finished Hold Onto Your Kids... need to pick up The Power and the Glory for my IRL book club. I'm in between books, which is fine with me. I was reading two at once last month.


I am hoping and praying...

My heart is still heavy. Lots of prayers and worries there.


On keeping home...

Order and peace. That is my goal. I always fall short, but I haven't given up yet!


One of my favorite things...

Early morning thunderstorm snuggles. I can't sleep anyway, might as well be whispering with my littles in bed.


A few plans for the rest of the week...

Standardized testing for the kids... Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. An easier week of school because of that. It's all about resting and relaxing. And maybe a lake trip on Friday if the weather clears up.


A picture thought...


This time last year....


















And then this year....
















Funny how much changes, all while staying the same.

:)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

It Takes a Village

I've been reading this book for the past few months. DH picked it up on a recommendation from someone else, and we've been tag-teaming back and forth with it, discussing the different chapters we completed.

To say I love it is an understatement. There are some interesting lessons in here about discipline and communication, great pointers on how to re-claim (collect was the word they used) your kids if you feel that they have been lost to their peers.

But the part I am completely digging right now is Chp. 18: Re-Create the Attachment Village.

This chapter is mainly for those families where both parents must work, (or single-parent families), outlining how vital it is for these kids to form attachments to the adults who must care for them outside of their own home, instead of to the other peers. However, it is also an important concept for those of us who do not have extended family close by. Or if, as unfortunately often happens, your extended family would not be a good influence on your children:

Many adults now in their 40s or beyond recall childhoods in which the village of attachments was a reality. Neighbors knew one another and would visit one another's home. The parents of friends would act as surrogate parents to other children. Children played in the streets under the gaze of friendly, protective adults.

For many of us, that attachment village no longer exists. The social and economic underpinnings that used to support traditional cultures have vanished. Gone are the cohesive communities, where extended families lived in close proximity, where children grew up with mentoring adults who did their work close to home, where cultural activities brought together generations.

Only in the context of an attachment village can we create "homes" for children in the truest sense. What makes a village a village is the connections among the people. Connections also make the home, whether they be to the home itself or to the people in it. We truly feel "at home" only with the people we are attached to. In traditional attachment communities a child never had to leave home - he was at home wherever he went. (emphasis mine)


This is exactly what I have been trying to do with and for my kids from the very beginning. I had no idea about any of the philosophy behind it, but I wanted my children to feel "at home" wherever we went, and I would go out of my way to plan play dates at people's homes, and invite potential baby sitters over for the afternoon, and really foster friendships with those families whom we all felt drawn to.

The neighborhood in which we now live is shaping up to be just that kind of "village," from our friends across the street who let our kids into their backyard when their girls get home from school (and we'll chat over some wine as they play) to the old lady (Miz Ann) at the other end who assured me that she loves to watch my kids play out front and not to worry, since she's always keeping an eye on them.

And while there are only two families on our street in which I feel comfortable letting my kids go inside their house, it is still a far cry from how most neighborhoods are. And that really is a shame.

We need to value our adult friends who take an interest in our children.

The way we socialize needs to change. Socializing also tends to be peer-oriented in North America, splitting along generational lines. To create villages of attachment, our socializing would need to cultivate hierarchical connections. During our stay in Provence, we saw that socializing almost always included the children. The adults took the lead in "collecting" the children. This kind of family socializing took us by surprise at first, but it made perfect sense from an attachment perspective. The greater the number of caring adults in a child's life, the more immune he or she will be to peer orientation. (emphasis mine)


I have already experienced this with my own kids. Case in point. Friday night, I hosted a group of wonderful ladies at my home for our monthly Bunco get together. (Highly recommend this! Loads! of! fun!) When the first Mom arrived, my three girls went running out to her car, gave her big hugs, and talked her ear off for about 10 minutes straight. She is one of the most kid-friendly Moms I know, and gave them her full, undivided attention (as best she could, since they were all talking at once...) responding with enthusiasm at all of their little stories of conquests and loose teeth and whatever else they were regaling her with. All of my close friends are like this with my kids. (and it is no mere coincidence that they are therefore, "close" friends) They take a genuine interest in my children's thoughts and activities, and engage them in meaningful conversations on whatever topic is at hand. As a result, my children have many "homes" in our little town. Many safe havens where they can go if I need someone to care for them.

And as my kids get older, and need another perspective on life or love or why Mom is making me dump the dishwasher?

I have a whole village they can consult.


:)

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Hockey Moms ARE Pit Bulls!

I am living proof.

My boys had a game this morning. The first of two, playing on a team of misfits, against boys who have been playing together for years.

And they were doing very well... even ahead at one point.

Sports Fan was in goal. He is probably the smallest and scrawniest child on the team, but also one of the best. Why his coach wants him to wear 20 tons of equipment and flop around in front of the net is beyond me, but there he was, flopping like a pro.

Then it happened. Not once, not twice, but three and four times... my awesome goalie-son had his glove hand covering the ball, and some belligerent 10year old is whacking Sports Fan's glove with his stick. The first few times, our bleacher section was encouraging Sports Fan to hang tough.

The fourth time? (As Action Man started pushing the brat away from his brother...)

I was on my feet.

"Hey, Ref! Get that #1 OUTTA THERE!"

Mortified, I promptly sat back down. Did I just yell at the Referee? Luckily, all the other rabid hockey moms took up my war cry and demanded that the kid be benched. He wasn't... and he scored on Sports Fan, but then was totally robbed a few plays later as my little man flattened him on a break-away.

~insert evil cackle here~

I am Nutmeg. A rabid Hockey Mom.

And I wear Lipstick.

:)

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Stressed Much?

Little Boo: It's good that Auntie Erin and Auntie Sephora got their babies' out.

Little Dear: Yeah. (sighing and rolling her eyes) We don't have to deal with that anymore!


We are happy to have new cousins.... really.

;P

Friday, April 17, 2009

A Bit of Fun for a Stormy Friday

Sent to my Dad yesterday for his birthday....

Nutty Family Outtakes!


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:)

Lost: Best Quote Ever...














Hurley
(to Miles): Hey, dude, maybe he'll, like, let you hold 'Baby You', or change your diaper....


We're still chuckling...

:)



Apologies to those not as hopelessly addicted as I am, and therefore have no idea what I'm talking about....

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Unconventional Schooling?

Little Boo: (reading "The Little Red Hen" from her Little Angel Readers this morning...)

The Little Red Hen saw a bag of weed.
The bag had a rip in it.
"Look at this," she said.
"I will pick it up."
She put the weed in her basket.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Let's hope she doesn't smoke it, eh?

:)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Urgent Prayer Request

From my inbox:

I just received news that Dr. Dillon (president of Thomas Aquinas
College) and his wife were involved in a car accident in Ireland.

Mrs. Dillon is in the hospital, and Dr. Dillon has died. The college
has suspended classes and students are gathering to pray for the
family. I was hoping you might join us in joining them.



My heart aches for the family of this outstanding man...

Please pray especially for his disabled adult son. It's going to be a difficult road ahead for all of them.



Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Shower of Photos.... Day 14




















Fun Easter play outfits from Grandma!

:)


My lovely sister had a healthy baby boy early this morning. We are so excited to have a godson!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Happy Easter!




















From our Nut House to yours....

:)


You can read more about our nutty Easter here.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Waiting

The tomb is full. The earth has gasped, recoiling in horror.

Creation is still.

On days like this, I wish I was a cloistered nun. I wish I could sit for hours, contemplating the vast emptiness of the tabernacle, the open door, and the yawning vacancy within. One needs a few days to comletely internalize the happenings of the past two days; Judas' betrayal, Mary's sorrow and pain, the apostle's fear and confusion, and the mighty hand of God in and through all of it. His awesome justice, and unending mercy.

Waiting and preparation must somehow go hand in hand for Mamas like me today.

The baking and last-minute cleaning, the purchasing of Easter treats and flowers... I have a list a mile long. The deep silence of today and the soul-quenching joy of tomorrow must somehow intermingle and dwell within me today. Such a dichotomy, such irony.

Such is the Way of the Cross.

:)

Friday, April 10, 2009

A Picture is Worth.....

... a thousand words.

But, in this case? It's worth about two.


Behold! Our Seder Meal!

















What?

Can't you see these beautiful plates set out on a deep black tablecloth? Lots of silver, saved for special occasions rest on napkins of sage, burgundy, and golden yellow.... the wine glasses at every place, with a taste of rich red merlot in each?

Look closer and you will see one harried Mama... alternately praying with her family and praying over the leg of lamb, willing it to be ready in time. You will see 5 children who are surely "starving" as moans of arewedoneprayingyet fill the dining room. You will see one brave Papa, weeding through sheets and sheets of paper, handed to him moments before by his procrastinating wife... reading and instructing his blessed, ornery children.

Such was our Seder this year. And we are still more knowledgeable in spite of it. This Mama has a lot to learn about these awesome traditions... and my children who need them.

Incidentally, who else is curious as to how Margaret's last minute Seder turned out? I bet she pulled it off with flying colors and a hearty chuckle.

:)

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Radical Gardening

~column~


I do not have a green thumb.

Every time a plant crosses the threshold of our front door, my husband turns on Mozart's Requiem. In years past we have attempted to grow many things. The year that we planted carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes... we ended up with one tomato.

One.

Luckily, I have not yet given birth to a Leprechaun, because my penchant for killing green things is renowned.

For this reason, my husband has completely taken over our vegetable garden this year.


Read the rest here.

:)

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

April's Shower of Photos: Day 8

While I may not be posting one of these every day, I've decided on a theme of Family Fun. This blog was started for family members. And since all of our extended family lives elsewhere, these postings will be for them. To help keep them updated on our lives....





















And here is our Little Love.... She is 4 and 1/2 now! Not so "little" anymore, that's for sure. She picked out this entire outfit for herself, from the ponytail holders to the shoes.

Hmmmm. I wonder who she gets her penchant for fashion from?


:)

Golden Legend of Young Saints


This book truly is golden.

I received it a few weeks ago, and barely managed to finish reading it before it was snatched away by my oldest to be read in his cozy bed.

He loved it.

Full of exciting stories, done in a narrative style, it appeals to all who love adventure. At the same time, this book instills a love of Truth and a desire to be brave in the face of adversity.

The beautiful stories of St. Joan of Arc, St. Aloysius, St. Brendan, and most moving for me, a young slave girl in France, St. Blandina, who died after days of being tortured... shining with pure bravery and love that put her tormentors to shame. All are amazing, soul-inspiring, and so very real.

Little Dear has not ventured forth to read this one yet. At the age of 8, I think she may be a bit horrified, and may have to wait a few years. Some of the descriptions have the potential to evoke images that may scare more than inspire. As always, you know your own children best!

For my boys... it was right up their alley. And it's a road I'd be ecstatic to see them pursue.

:)

This review was written as part of The Catholic Company reviewer program. Please visit The Catholic Company to get more information on Golden Legend of Young Saints.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Sanctified Scrubbing

We're in the midst of Holy Week, and the appropriate Spring Cleaning over here that must accompany it.

I find it interesting that we Catholics have adopted the ancient Jewish tradition of three days of cleaning before the Paschal Feast.

Scrubbing the bathroom floor, I pondered this mysterious wisdom of those Jewish Mamas.

And then I remembered.

What do women do when they are upset, distressed, or angry?

(After the pint of ice cream, of course)

We clean.

When my fifth pregnancy ended in a miscarriage... the kind where we see the little babe in utero, heartbeat utterly still, where I am still technically pregnant, but with a lifeless little one... guess what I did when I returned home from that fateful doctor appointment?

I scrubbed my house from top to bottom.

My heart was hurting, the tears were flowing, and I needed the physical sweat to accompany my ache in order to validate it in some way. In de-cluttering and vacuuming, I was working through my loss. My husband came home early from work, and somberly helped me. He didn't question it, didn't attempt to stop me. He picked up the broom and the mop and set to work, staying close by my side. He is a smart and loving man.

The loss we Catholics experience every Holy Week is real. The promise of redemption is so hope-filled, but we cannot forget the pain and suffering of He who paid the price for us. Our heart aches, our mind fails to wrap around this Most Perfect Sacrifice, and we must work through it. We must sweat and scrub so that, in some small way, we too can suffer along with our Redemptor.

So that we too can experience a small slice of Calvary.


Sunday, April 05, 2009

End of the Hiatus

With Holy Week starting up, I doubt that my silence on here will immediately turn to full-fledged jabbering in one fell swoop, but I couldn't let my return to the blog-o-sphere go unmarked or unexplained.

I've been doing a lot of thinking these past few weeks about my presence here. And I realized that what I need to do is return to square one. Meaning, go back to the whole reason why I started this blog in the first place.

I started it simply to keep friends and family updated on the happenings of our home.

I used pseudonyms for everyone because my sisters did. I was simply following their lead, and am glad I did. I never thought I would meet people through this medium, or that I would be joining any online "communities." I'm happy to say that these experiences of meeting people and joining forces with other bloggers has been a wonderful one. I know I am lucky, and I am very grateful for that.

My fear is that sometimes it seems that the blogging world is a bit of a popularity contest. All of us want to popular, right? So there is a temptation to rack up the stats and the comments with incessant writing..... and I really don't have time for that. I noticed also that I was beginning to feel like if I didn't post, I'd be out of some "loop" or other. The panic I felt was absurd, and made me realize that I truly needed to step back a bit and re-examine my approach.

I've come to the conclusion that the most important "loop" in my life resides in the confines of my own house. The next important "loop" would be my extended family and IRL friends. Phone calls and e-mails and letters; many prayers, and helping hands... this is where it is at here. My dissertation on the meaning of suffering in Lent, while quite possibly edifying, does nothing like an hour in adoration or a meal prepared for a friend in need or a heart to heart chat over the phone would.

However, for those of us who truly love writing, there is a balance that can be struck. And while it may be more important for me to actually be present to my family and friends, it is also important for me to spend time writing. Writing has always relaxed me.

And so? The conclusion to all of this mind-numbing analysis?

I will continue to write. I will continue to post and find the humor and joy in this crazy vocation I have. But I will be more discerning in my topics for this particular spot. In time, I will link to my "other" writing spot... my unpaid foray into the world of Catholic group blogging. I need to be more established there, and the whole "pseudonym" thingy needs to be worked out as well before I start sending folks over. It's exciting, it's fun, and a bit scary. And yet, you have no idea how grateful I am for the opportunity.

So many "loops" to be a part of in this life! My children, my family, my friends.... they all drive me loopy sometimes, it's true. But it's a ride worth hanging on for. They need me and my focused attention more than any online discussion or argument ever could.

I just needed to take a break to be reminded of that.


Happy Holy Week, my friends!

:)

Saturday, April 04, 2009

What Happens When.....







































Both of your older brothers play hockey?



















Yeah.




















You have the *privilege* of being the goalie.


:)


This post part of the April Shower of Photos being hosted here.