Thursday, July 30, 2009
Just had to share...
I just found and ordered the cutest stinkin' sibling shirts. I've been on the hunt for these for a long, long time. Yea for the Internet search engine. I'd share where they're coming from, but that would totally ruin the surprise. You'll have to wait for the baby debut :-)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Top Ten: Why Convert?
Not only was Monday a monumental anniversary day, but so was Sunday. It was my confirmation birthday! There are those who knew me before the conversion and those that have only known me since. I've talked about doing this top ten forever, but I guess I'm finally getting it down in cyberspace.
Here's a little history...I was a member of four churches before landing in Catholicville. Care to guess which ones? Methodist, Nazarene, Disciples of Christ, and many Bible churches throughout my collegiate days. Oh, and I've been baptised three times...for some of us, it takes a few times :-)
Thought you might gain a little perspective if I did a top ten as to "why." This week seemed as good as any. Here goes...
TOP TEN: WHY CATHOLICISM?
1. After the wedding, Scott and I moved to Iowa and there are only two religions there, Catholic and Lutheran, and I hadn't tried either. Kidding, only kidding.
2. Scott and I dated for 3.5 years and talked lots about religion. God was an integral part of our courtship. Scott joined me at Grace Bible Church; I tagged along to Catholic Mass. After each, we found ourselves talking about theology, church teachings, history, you name it. We jokingly called it "Catholic Jeopardy." If you know me at all, you know I ask LOTS of questions. Always have. Those moments of discussion very much intrigued me.
3. I had some great friends, in high school and college, that were Catholic. Unlike some folks, I never had a bad experience with the church. To be really frank, I didn't know enough about it to love it or hate it. I was Switzerland. Looking back, they were a great influence.
4. Scott and I decided early on in our engagement that we didn't want our kids to go to Dad's church one weekend and Mom's the other. That didn't mean one of us had to cave, though. It took some serious prayer to decide what was best for us. Quite honestly, I think a lot of couples struggle with that question. For us, it was a mutual decision.
5. I so loved the liturgy. It was meaningful, spirit-filled, purposeful and unifying. I didn't realize until after I converted that every parish, in every nook and cranny of the world, read the same scriptures and celebrated the same liturgy every week. That just blew me away. It wasn't about the entertainment factor, but about the Biblical factor. As Clare's Godfather says, "Too many people go to church to be entertained, when they should be challenged."
6. I had supportive family (my brother excluded - but that's a whole other top ten isn't it, D?) and friends who really made the difference in my leap of faith.
7. I'm a history buff and the more I learned about the beginnings of Christianity, the more Catholicism was the natural choice for me, Scott and our marriage.
8. The sacramentality. I was in awe of the meaning behind the seven sacraments - baptism, eucharist, reconciliation, confirmation, marriage, holy orders and annointing of the sick. The beauty of each, as I learn more about them, continues to humble me. In those moments that I've experienced God's grace throught the sacraments, I truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. That's good stuff.
9. The teachings. I'm not a wishy-washy person and neither is the Church. She's very clear on what the teachings are. There is no "we're pro-life when it comes to babies, but not when it come to the death penalty or euthanasia", no "artificial birth control is ok if...", no "well, that's not really a sin." Nope, 2,000+ years and we're still here, believing much the same as we did in the beginning. Now, please don't read that to think I've stuck my head in the sand and realize that the church made some pretty horrible decisions and has some less than rosey moments in its past. It's a Godly church with human folk in an imperfect world. But as the secular world gets further and further away from what we know as truth, the church never wavers. How can you not love that?
10. The diversity of the church. I know that might seem a little weird, but it's true. In America, we only see the American Catholic. But, when you go to a World Youth Day and see Catholics from all over the world, you finally get the whole "universality" of the church. While we celebrate the same liturgy ever week, Vatican II brought about a great re-birth of the enthusiasm for the faith. Namely, people were finally able to celebrate Mass and honor their heritage, their culture, all while keeping the main components of the liturgy intact. Even in the states, every parish is a little different, based on the influences of its parishioners.
postscript:
Now, I should mention, you probably didn't see a "I loved the Pope!", "Mary rocks!" or a "I love that the church isn't into artificial birth control!" in that post. Um, probably because there were some teachings of the church that didn't set too well with me when I first became Catholic. That took some growing up on my part and God dealt me some major doses of life experience. I've laid enough on you for one top ten...we'll tackle those another time.
Hmmm...just when you thought you knew me :-)
Here's a little history...I was a member of four churches before landing in Catholicville. Care to guess which ones? Methodist, Nazarene, Disciples of Christ, and many Bible churches throughout my collegiate days. Oh, and I've been baptised three times...for some of us, it takes a few times :-)
Thought you might gain a little perspective if I did a top ten as to "why." This week seemed as good as any. Here goes...
TOP TEN: WHY CATHOLICISM?
1. After the wedding, Scott and I moved to Iowa and there are only two religions there, Catholic and Lutheran, and I hadn't tried either. Kidding, only kidding.
2. Scott and I dated for 3.5 years and talked lots about religion. God was an integral part of our courtship. Scott joined me at Grace Bible Church; I tagged along to Catholic Mass. After each, we found ourselves talking about theology, church teachings, history, you name it. We jokingly called it "Catholic Jeopardy." If you know me at all, you know I ask LOTS of questions. Always have. Those moments of discussion very much intrigued me.
3. I had some great friends, in high school and college, that were Catholic. Unlike some folks, I never had a bad experience with the church. To be really frank, I didn't know enough about it to love it or hate it. I was Switzerland. Looking back, they were a great influence.
4. Scott and I decided early on in our engagement that we didn't want our kids to go to Dad's church one weekend and Mom's the other. That didn't mean one of us had to cave, though. It took some serious prayer to decide what was best for us. Quite honestly, I think a lot of couples struggle with that question. For us, it was a mutual decision.
5. I so loved the liturgy. It was meaningful, spirit-filled, purposeful and unifying. I didn't realize until after I converted that every parish, in every nook and cranny of the world, read the same scriptures and celebrated the same liturgy every week. That just blew me away. It wasn't about the entertainment factor, but about the Biblical factor. As Clare's Godfather says, "Too many people go to church to be entertained, when they should be challenged."
6. I had supportive family (my brother excluded - but that's a whole other top ten isn't it, D?) and friends who really made the difference in my leap of faith.
7. I'm a history buff and the more I learned about the beginnings of Christianity, the more Catholicism was the natural choice for me, Scott and our marriage.
8. The sacramentality. I was in awe of the meaning behind the seven sacraments - baptism, eucharist, reconciliation, confirmation, marriage, holy orders and annointing of the sick. The beauty of each, as I learn more about them, continues to humble me. In those moments that I've experienced God's grace throught the sacraments, I truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. That's good stuff.
9. The teachings. I'm not a wishy-washy person and neither is the Church. She's very clear on what the teachings are. There is no "we're pro-life when it comes to babies, but not when it come to the death penalty or euthanasia", no "artificial birth control is ok if...", no "well, that's not really a sin." Nope, 2,000+ years and we're still here, believing much the same as we did in the beginning. Now, please don't read that to think I've stuck my head in the sand and realize that the church made some pretty horrible decisions and has some less than rosey moments in its past. It's a Godly church with human folk in an imperfect world. But as the secular world gets further and further away from what we know as truth, the church never wavers. How can you not love that?
10. The diversity of the church. I know that might seem a little weird, but it's true. In America, we only see the American Catholic. But, when you go to a World Youth Day and see Catholics from all over the world, you finally get the whole "universality" of the church. While we celebrate the same liturgy ever week, Vatican II brought about a great re-birth of the enthusiasm for the faith. Namely, people were finally able to celebrate Mass and honor their heritage, their culture, all while keeping the main components of the liturgy intact. Even in the states, every parish is a little different, based on the influences of its parishioners.
postscript:
Now, I should mention, you probably didn't see a "I loved the Pope!", "Mary rocks!" or a "I love that the church isn't into artificial birth control!" in that post. Um, probably because there were some teachings of the church that didn't set too well with me when I first became Catholic. That took some growing up on my part and God dealt me some major doses of life experience. I've laid enough on you for one top ten...we'll tackle those another time.
Hmmm...just when you thought you knew me :-)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Update 7.28.09
Yesterday morning, after giving Scott a quick anniversary kiss, I skipped on up to the perinatologist for my 2-week check-in. I'm starting to feel like I'm a member of Weight Watchers. Except the people are cheering me and Baby W on for gaining weight. Weird, I never thought I'd like to hear people say: "Yeah, you gained 2 pounds these last two weeks, Kathryn! Keep up the good work!" Maybe that should be a top ten post.
Anyhoo, it was another good round of news. The baby is up to 1lb. 12oz. Yes, Baby W will tip some serious scales with his/her chubbiness. Heart, fluid levels and growth all looked good. We're still in the low end of the chart, 10%, but we're ON THE CHART. I'll take it. We still have the wonky placenta, but it's doing its job, so I won't say any other mean things about it.
I go back in for my next check in two weeks, then (because they just can't get enough of me and the babe), I go in weekly until the big debut. I'm still hoping for 38 weeks. But, we just take it one week at a time. Today, I'm officially 29 weeks - and to think that 9 weeks ago we thought I might already be looking at the baby through the NICU glass at this time. Truly amazing.
Prayers - keep 'em coming. I suppose I should be specific, right? Prayers for good fetal movement, continued growth and good amniotic fluid levels. That's the ideal trifecta.
Oh, almost forgot...my ticker. Um, it's skipping and doing some funny things. But, the cardiologist really thinks it's due to pregnancy. We did the echo and are awaiting the blood results from my thyroid. So far, all normal, well normal is relative. We shall wait and see...
Tomorrow I'll get you your top ten - any requests? - and then we'll post some fun staycation pics. John Paul's stitches are healing quite nicely :-)
Anyhoo, it was another good round of news. The baby is up to 1lb. 12oz. Yes, Baby W will tip some serious scales with his/her chubbiness. Heart, fluid levels and growth all looked good. We're still in the low end of the chart, 10%, but we're ON THE CHART. I'll take it. We still have the wonky placenta, but it's doing its job, so I won't say any other mean things about it.
I go back in for my next check in two weeks, then (because they just can't get enough of me and the babe), I go in weekly until the big debut. I'm still hoping for 38 weeks. But, we just take it one week at a time. Today, I'm officially 29 weeks - and to think that 9 weeks ago we thought I might already be looking at the baby through the NICU glass at this time. Truly amazing.
Prayers - keep 'em coming. I suppose I should be specific, right? Prayers for good fetal movement, continued growth and good amniotic fluid levels. That's the ideal trifecta.
Oh, almost forgot...my ticker. Um, it's skipping and doing some funny things. But, the cardiologist really thinks it's due to pregnancy. We did the echo and are awaiting the blood results from my thyroid. So far, all normal, well normal is relative. We shall wait and see...
Tomorrow I'll get you your top ten - any requests? - and then we'll post some fun staycation pics. John Paul's stitches are healing quite nicely :-)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Lucky 13
And in the blink of an eye here we are, celebrating wedding anniversary #13 today! It's hard to think back to "the people we once were" and realize how far we've come.
THEN:
Worried about spilling wax on my dress after blowing out the unity candle.
Couldn't remember any of the newly learned Catholic prayers.
Wondering what it would be like to have freedom as a newly married couple all on our own.
Thinking I had parenthood all figured out.
Frustrated that I didn't eat darn near anything at the wedding.
TODAY:
Hoping we don't have an ER visit this week.
With 4 active kids, I recite the Hail Mary so many times I don't even blink.
Wondering when the next time is that Scott and I will have a "free" weekend to ourselves.
Knowing I don't know a dern thing about parenthood.
Frustrated that we don't have more Blue Bell to eat - 3 gallons of choices is not enough.
Yep, things have changed alright...
One unexpected change is this, though. I really, truly, did not think it was possible to love Scott any more on July 27, 1996. Oh, how little I really knew. This man - this amazing father and husband - has taught me so much about love. I often joke we have "grown-up" love. God has given us many moments of challenges, many moments of joy and whole lot of moments in between. It was in all those moments that we began to peel back the layers of love.
You know when you peel an onion and it has that sweet aroma? I think God has allowed us to see each other in bits and pieces, to enjoy the sweetness of marriage. And, we've learned about ourselves along the way, too. Sometimes good. Um, sometimes not. But, we're in it together and we're committed to making it work. Somedays easy. Somedays notsomuch.
Happy Anniversary sweetheart!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
7th Inning Stretch
Last weekend, we had a blast at the ballpark. I'm a fan of the diamond, but especially a fan when my 6-month pregnant self is watching it in air conditioning. We were invited to enjoy the game at the Dell Diamond in one of the suites and it was, well...sweet
Will and one of his buddies from school
Just after nap, I noticed my usually bouncing-off-the-walls #2 son was not, in fact, bouncing off the walls. After a hand to the head, I realized he had a fever. Gametime decision. We gave it a couple of hours and then decided to go to the game with a little children's motrin in hand. We didn't quite make it to the seventh inning when he started complaining that his head hurt and he promptly fell asleep on my lap. The motrin was wearing off. So, I said adios to Scott and Will, loaded up the other three and drove like a maniac to get home.
Good thing #1.
As soon as we walked in the door, I ushered him to the bathroom.
Good thing #2.
He threw up in the toilet.
Bad thing #955.
After getting the girls to bed in lightning speed (and I do mean super-human speed...I clocked it at 90 seconds to change both, gives kisses / hugs and lights out), I tended to the sick and injured. That was his only occurence, thank God, and he slept like a champ. 24 hours later fever was gone and he was back to the bouncing.
Even though the night was cut short, the kids rocked it at the ballpark. It was some fun times. Man, does summer really have to end?
Saturday, July 25, 2009
QOTW: July 25, 2009
"Daddy hurt me."
Don't go calling CPS. Scott didn't realize Clare was behind him in the kitchen and she got a knuckle to the face. When I asked her what happened, she busted out with this 3-word sentence.
"Is that the best you've got?"
Will, to Scott, during a fierce game of mini-golf on Webkinz. So proud that our 8-year-old has learned the fine art of trash talking.
"Mom, is that the guy in the purple shirt? I like him, he doesn't hurt me."
John Paul showing his love for the nurse and not the doc right after getting stitches.
"Mommy, when I'm old like you, can I shave my legs?"
Yes. You must be 35 before you pick up a razor.
And, with that, we'll call it a day. Tune in on Sunday for the vacation pics - make it a great weekend!
Don't go calling CPS. Scott didn't realize Clare was behind him in the kitchen and she got a knuckle to the face. When I asked her what happened, she busted out with this 3-word sentence.
"Is that the best you've got?"
Will, to Scott, during a fierce game of mini-golf on Webkinz. So proud that our 8-year-old has learned the fine art of trash talking.
"Mom, is that the guy in the purple shirt? I like him, he doesn't hurt me."
John Paul showing his love for the nurse and not the doc right after getting stitches.
"Mommy, when I'm old like you, can I shave my legs?"
Yes. You must be 35 before you pick up a razor.
And, with that, we'll call it a day. Tune in on Sunday for the vacation pics - make it a great weekend!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Well hello crazy, welcome back!
It's all fun and games until somebody gets stitches.
Yes, during the family outing to Mel's (which is a super fun bowling alley, by the way), we only made it through a bowling game before crazy waltzed right back into the family.
Something about two brothers, racing to put up bowling balls, smacking into each other and John Paul's chin hit the bowling ball. Smack. Yowza, that's a lot of blood. Scott was right behind them and saw it happen in slo mo - been there, done that. Amazingly, as soon as I saw the blood, I shifted into calm Mom mode - for you non-parentals, it's a gift God bestows upon you during delivery. Don't ask, just be thankful. The sweet manager offered bandaids, but one look at that gash and I knew we were destined for the ER. Shoot, I left the "10th visit free punchcard" at home.
As an aside, I could totally picture the guardian angel dispatcher having this conversation:
Dispatcher: "Um, we're going to need double coverage on John Paul, in 3, 2, 1..."
Guardian Angel: "Code Red, Code Red, I need backup NOW!"
Hey, at least there were no smashed fingers, no broken teeth and no other siblings caught in the crossfire. We feel pretty fortunate that he escaped with just a busted chin.
Scott dropped John Paul and I off at the ER, then took the other three home to feed, bathe and put to bed (or as we often say, "wash 'em, dry 'em and put 'em up"). He was so incredibly brave and his usually chatty self once the bleeding subsided and the nurse brought a Spiderman coloring book. The doc confirmed my suspicions...stitches it was. Five, actually.
Aunt Amanda escorted us home and even stopped by Sonic for some ice cream for the injured passenger. John Paul is doing magnificently and doesn't have much pain. He's convinced the Spiderman influence is keeping the pain at bay. Hey, whatever works. We go back in on Wednesday to have them remove the stitches. So, until then, no water, no running and no rough housing. Yeah, that should be easy.
At least we were smart enough to take the family photo before said accident. However, I was not smart enough to sit on the other end so I don't look ginormous... We're off (to where, I don't know) to enjoy the rest of Scott's vacation with, and without, kids over the next few days. Plus, we have a pretty monumental anniversary coming up on Monday - lucky #13. I've got puh-lenty of QOTW fo keep you company tomorrow. Make it a great weekend...hopefully you'll have better luck than us last night!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Happy Birthday to my Favorite Brother
Ok, so he's my ONLY brother - bah, details.
D, you are amazing. You're funny. You're sensitive. You're a total goofball. You're an amazingly devout Catholic. I love them all.
If God had given me thousands of brothers in which to choose, you would've been my only pick...without a doubt. It's been a total joy to watch you come into your own these past few years. My "baby" brother is growing up. You got hitched, you bought a house, you're about to be a dad. A dad!
These few measly sentences hardly capture how much I love and respect who you are and who you are becoming.
How lucky am I to be your big sister? I love you more...
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Top Ten: Random Tidbits
Well, we all have some of these in our life, now don't we? I suppose I was inspired by the 25 Random Things application on Facebook...but, just never took the time to put it out there on my wall. That's so last month.
But, the blog is a different beast. Here goes things you probably never knew about me (and perhaps don't care to know), but you get them anyway :-)
TOP TEN: RANDOM TIDBITS
1. I LOVE Neil Diamond. Have the box set, as a matter of fact. So jealous that my high school buddy Leah got to hear him sing, in person, during the Boston 4th of July fireworks. Nobody belts "America" out better than Mr. Shiny Shirt himself.
2. I seriously considered applying to the Air Force Academy. I know...me, right? We toured the site, I fell in love with the chapel and the boys in uniform. Scoliosis kept me from going down that path. Eh, I still got my man in uniform at A&M. And, we journeyed to a chapel. Win-win.
3. I big, huge puffy heart cheese - any kind. Heaven, for me, is the cheese aisle at Whole Foods. I'm hoping the real place has the same aisle.
4. You will rarely see me in shorts. Not a big fan of my bird legs, but I am a fan of capris, jeans and long dresses.
5. Ever since I was a kid, I've been fascinated with hot air balloons. Angel Fire used to have a huge festival and I constantly bugged my parents to let me ride. No dice. Someday, folks, someday.
6. About four years ago, Scott and I applied to be contestants on a reality show. Crazy, right? We were just traveling fools and thought "The Amazing Race" - the old school one - sounded like a blast. Guess we were the only ones that thought we were cool enough to have our 15 minutes of fame.
7. I love cleaning. I'm OCD that way and can't stand to step on freshly vacuumed carpet.
8. Anytime I see a street preacher, I cringe. I always felt like there was a better way to reach people. Something about screaming at people on a corner with a Bible in your hand does not seem like the kind of thing that "brings people to Christ." I'm reminded of St. Francis of Assisi..."Preach the Gospel at all times, when necessary, use words."
9. I still sleep with my baby blanket. Hey, don't make me call out names of those of you who do it, too.
10. I love it when Scott holds my hand in public...love it.
p.s. We're officially on our family "staycation/vacation" until next Tuesday. May be light posting the rest of the week. No worries, I won't keep you hanging until then.
But, the blog is a different beast. Here goes things you probably never knew about me (and perhaps don't care to know), but you get them anyway :-)
TOP TEN: RANDOM TIDBITS
1. I LOVE Neil Diamond. Have the box set, as a matter of fact. So jealous that my high school buddy Leah got to hear him sing, in person, during the Boston 4th of July fireworks. Nobody belts "America" out better than Mr. Shiny Shirt himself.
2. I seriously considered applying to the Air Force Academy. I know...me, right? We toured the site, I fell in love with the chapel and the boys in uniform. Scoliosis kept me from going down that path. Eh, I still got my man in uniform at A&M. And, we journeyed to a chapel. Win-win.
3. I big, huge puffy heart cheese - any kind. Heaven, for me, is the cheese aisle at Whole Foods. I'm hoping the real place has the same aisle.
4. You will rarely see me in shorts. Not a big fan of my bird legs, but I am a fan of capris, jeans and long dresses.
5. Ever since I was a kid, I've been fascinated with hot air balloons. Angel Fire used to have a huge festival and I constantly bugged my parents to let me ride. No dice. Someday, folks, someday.
6. About four years ago, Scott and I applied to be contestants on a reality show. Crazy, right? We were just traveling fools and thought "The Amazing Race" - the old school one - sounded like a blast. Guess we were the only ones that thought we were cool enough to have our 15 minutes of fame.
7. I love cleaning. I'm OCD that way and can't stand to step on freshly vacuumed carpet.
8. Anytime I see a street preacher, I cringe. I always felt like there was a better way to reach people. Something about screaming at people on a corner with a Bible in your hand does not seem like the kind of thing that "brings people to Christ." I'm reminded of St. Francis of Assisi..."Preach the Gospel at all times, when necessary, use words."
9. I still sleep with my baby blanket. Hey, don't make me call out names of those of you who do it, too.
10. I love it when Scott holds my hand in public...love it.
p.s. We're officially on our family "staycation/vacation" until next Tuesday. May be light posting the rest of the week. No worries, I won't keep you hanging until then.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
QOTW: July 17, 2009
"I'm so mad I could spit."
Will, mimicking Scott, when he realized the garage sink he just bought wouldn't fit. Little parrots, I tell ya.
"NO!"
Clare, when we ask if she wants to go play at the sprinkler park. What can I say? Not a fan of water.
"Oh, this is so annoying."
John Paul, in reference to his sisters.
It's been a fun, albeit Africa hot, week. Still no rain in the forecast and the yard is shriveling up day by day, while the electricity bill is going to require a second mortgage on the house. Fun times.
This weekend, we're heading to the Dell Diamond for some good 'ol fashioned fun. The kids always dig our big outing...here's hoping I can keep them all up for the end of the game. We're not regular bedtime ritual rule breakers, but this night is always worth it. We'll just pay for it the next morning. Hopefully, the last round of home improvement projects will get completed this weekend so we can put up the hammers, paint cans and nails for a while. A girl can dream.
I finally, for the first time in months, feel like crazy is slowly exiting the premises. That is a good feeling my friends. Next week should be full of some family fun, as Scott takes some time off work and we gear up to celebrate 13 years of marriage. Make it a great weekend!
Will, mimicking Scott, when he realized the garage sink he just bought wouldn't fit. Little parrots, I tell ya.
"NO!"
Clare, when we ask if she wants to go play at the sprinkler park. What can I say? Not a fan of water.
"Oh, this is so annoying."
John Paul, in reference to his sisters.
It's been a fun, albeit Africa hot, week. Still no rain in the forecast and the yard is shriveling up day by day, while the electricity bill is going to require a second mortgage on the house. Fun times.
This weekend, we're heading to the Dell Diamond for some good 'ol fashioned fun. The kids always dig our big outing...here's hoping I can keep them all up for the end of the game. We're not regular bedtime ritual rule breakers, but this night is always worth it. We'll just pay for it the next morning. Hopefully, the last round of home improvement projects will get completed this weekend so we can put up the hammers, paint cans and nails for a while. A girl can dream.
I finally, for the first time in months, feel like crazy is slowly exiting the premises. That is a good feeling my friends. Next week should be full of some family fun, as Scott takes some time off work and we gear up to celebrate 13 years of marriage. Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Miss Sassypants
Anybody out there have one of these? I did not realize when the OB yelled out "It's a girl" just how drama-filled life could be. Mom/Dad, surely I was not this sassy?
The following scenarios:
Missing flip flop. Wrong cup for her juice. Misplaced baby/blanket/toy. Seatbelt not buckled. Wrong item cooked for lunch. Not enough blueberries or too many. Blueberry smeared on shirt. And on and on...
Induce the following results:
Tears.
Screaming.
"I don't like you Momma".
More screaming.
Yelling.
Writhing on the floor.
More tears.
Seriously?
I've questioned, particularly in the last few weeks, if I'm cut out to be the mom of girls. Guess it's too late now, right? Any good books, advice you can share would be fab. My patience was exhausted last year on this one. God love her - and I do very much - I just am struggling with how to be the best Mom to her. Ugh.
The following scenarios:
Missing flip flop. Wrong cup for her juice. Misplaced baby/blanket/toy. Seatbelt not buckled. Wrong item cooked for lunch. Not enough blueberries or too many. Blueberry smeared on shirt. And on and on...
Induce the following results:
Tears.
Screaming.
"I don't like you Momma".
More screaming.
Yelling.
Writhing on the floor.
More tears.
Seriously?
I've questioned, particularly in the last few weeks, if I'm cut out to be the mom of girls. Guess it's too late now, right? Any good books, advice you can share would be fab. My patience was exhausted last year on this one. God love her - and I do very much - I just am struggling with how to be the best Mom to her. Ugh.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Top Ten: Birthday Wishes
Today is Granny Whitaker's big day. And, y'all know the drill. If your birthday falls on a Wednesday, guess what top ten's for you?
She's actually here with us this week helping with the kids, while Scott and I visit many 'o doctor. So, it's a special treat to celebrate the big day today, in person!
There are many things I admire about my mother-in-law. Most especially this one...she gave life, nurtured, loved and cared for the love of my life so that earns instant respect. Granny, we hope you have a great day...even if it is spent referreeing fights, changing diapers and reading books for the billionth time :-)
TOP TEN: THINGS I ADMIRE ABOUT MY MIL
1. Her organization skills. Hey, from one Type A to another Type A, we never butt heads on "over-organizing."
2. Her knowledge of gardening. Last year (or was it the year before? my brain has forgotten) she became a Master Gardener. Anytime Scott has a question about what to plant, or when to prune something, guess who we call? Her yard is always immaculate and she takes great pride in doing it herself. It shows.
3. That she always thinks her grandkids are the cutest, most well-behaved kids. A mom likes to hear that, right?
4. How much she enjoys being with said cute, well-behaved grandkids. She always does her best to trek to Dallas or Austin for their big events, which they totally dig.
5. How much she worries about her boys - even though they're married with kids now - she still worries. I suppose I'll do the same thing :-)
6. Her attention to the details. Carla always remembers the little things.
7. Her diligence in taking her boys to Mass and RE classes every week. That effort allowed my husband to meet some amazing teachers of the faith and has affected him in unimaginable ways...largely, that he is a very faithful, devout father who loves God.
8. How much she loves her family. We all have different love languages and Carla's most certainly is gift giving. The one that shows just how much is when she gives her gift of time to all those family members' cemetery plots in and around Bowie. They are pristine and well cared for because Carla gives of herself.
9. That she's a doer. Some people yak, yak, yak (and she's pretty good at conversation with a fence post), but Carla gets things done. When folks ask her to do something, you can consider it done - and not just done, but done right.
And, the one that I truly admire most...
10. Her gift of care-taking. For many years she was the primary caretaker of her husband, Poppy. Carla never complained. She was always looking for a way to make his life easier. And, I'm sure the emotional toll that it took was greater than I can possibly imagine. She lived that whole "in sickness and in health" vow. Weaker folks would've walked away or crumbled, but she did not. When I had my back surgery, Carla was here, sharing her gift yet again. I've come to realize what an amazing gift that really is...and I'm thankful that she shares it freely with her family.
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANNY!
She's actually here with us this week helping with the kids, while Scott and I visit many 'o doctor. So, it's a special treat to celebrate the big day today, in person!
There are many things I admire about my mother-in-law. Most especially this one...she gave life, nurtured, loved and cared for the love of my life so that earns instant respect. Granny, we hope you have a great day...even if it is spent referreeing fights, changing diapers and reading books for the billionth time :-)
TOP TEN: THINGS I ADMIRE ABOUT MY MIL
1. Her organization skills. Hey, from one Type A to another Type A, we never butt heads on "over-organizing."
2. Her knowledge of gardening. Last year (or was it the year before? my brain has forgotten) she became a Master Gardener. Anytime Scott has a question about what to plant, or when to prune something, guess who we call? Her yard is always immaculate and she takes great pride in doing it herself. It shows.
3. That she always thinks her grandkids are the cutest, most well-behaved kids. A mom likes to hear that, right?
4. How much she enjoys being with said cute, well-behaved grandkids. She always does her best to trek to Dallas or Austin for their big events, which they totally dig.
5. How much she worries about her boys - even though they're married with kids now - she still worries. I suppose I'll do the same thing :-)
6. Her attention to the details. Carla always remembers the little things.
7. Her diligence in taking her boys to Mass and RE classes every week. That effort allowed my husband to meet some amazing teachers of the faith and has affected him in unimaginable ways...largely, that he is a very faithful, devout father who loves God.
8. How much she loves her family. We all have different love languages and Carla's most certainly is gift giving. The one that shows just how much is when she gives her gift of time to all those family members' cemetery plots in and around Bowie. They are pristine and well cared for because Carla gives of herself.
9. That she's a doer. Some people yak, yak, yak (and she's pretty good at conversation with a fence post), but Carla gets things done. When folks ask her to do something, you can consider it done - and not just done, but done right.
And, the one that I truly admire most...
10. Her gift of care-taking. For many years she was the primary caretaker of her husband, Poppy. Carla never complained. She was always looking for a way to make his life easier. And, I'm sure the emotional toll that it took was greater than I can possibly imagine. She lived that whole "in sickness and in health" vow. Weaker folks would've walked away or crumbled, but she did not. When I had my back surgery, Carla was here, sharing her gift yet again. I've come to realize what an amazing gift that really is...and I'm thankful that she shares it freely with her family.
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANNY!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Update 7.14.09
I'm actually starting to like going to the perinatologist. Huh, who would've thought that would be my reaction 6 weeks ago?
Even though we waited WAY too long for the appointment this morning, the news was worth the wait. Baby W is now a whopping 1.5 pounds! Hey, we're on the charts at 16% and learning to appreciate the little things.
"Wow. Fantastic. Great." To quote Dr. H after he saw the baby's growth and it's sweet little heart beating just as it should.
He mentioned again this morning he really thought I would be delivering this week, but is happy to report that's not the case. In fact, he busted out with this fantastic news...that the chances of me delivering early are becoming more and more remote. Now, that is the kind of news that makes one want to celebrate at 9 o'clock in the morning.
So, we head back in two more weeks for another growth check and more ultrasounds of our sweet little peep growing in my belly.
In related news. I still have heart palpitations. Seriously. The OB called and I'm scheduled to go in for a consultation with the cardiologist for my heart. Guess the rule is that someone's heart must be cause for concern. And trust me, after I meet with the roofer tomorrow, I might just pass the bad heart thing onto him. Here's hoping.
To be perfectly honest, my energies just haven't been focused on worrying about what's going on with my ticker. It's probably nothing, but for once, I just told God, "Listen, this one is all yours. I've got plenty to worry about." So far, he seems to be complying.
At any rate, my heart really DID skip a beat (and I think I might've actually skipped out of the office) this morning after the good news about the baby. Praise God.
Even though we waited WAY too long for the appointment this morning, the news was worth the wait. Baby W is now a whopping 1.5 pounds! Hey, we're on the charts at 16% and learning to appreciate the little things.
"Wow. Fantastic. Great." To quote Dr. H after he saw the baby's growth and it's sweet little heart beating just as it should.
He mentioned again this morning he really thought I would be delivering this week, but is happy to report that's not the case. In fact, he busted out with this fantastic news...that the chances of me delivering early are becoming more and more remote. Now, that is the kind of news that makes one want to celebrate at 9 o'clock in the morning.
So, we head back in two more weeks for another growth check and more ultrasounds of our sweet little peep growing in my belly.
In related news. I still have heart palpitations. Seriously. The OB called and I'm scheduled to go in for a consultation with the cardiologist for my heart. Guess the rule is that someone's heart must be cause for concern. And trust me, after I meet with the roofer tomorrow, I might just pass the bad heart thing onto him. Here's hoping.
To be perfectly honest, my energies just haven't been focused on worrying about what's going on with my ticker. It's probably nothing, but for once, I just told God, "Listen, this one is all yours. I've got plenty to worry about." So far, he seems to be complying.
At any rate, my heart really DID skip a beat (and I think I might've actually skipped out of the office) this morning after the good news about the baby. Praise God.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Hooters Anyone?
I trust that this conversation will be one shared with Will over and over again, as he gets older. Sometimes, you're just driving along and your kids ask you a question, completely out of the blue...which leads to some pretty though-provoking discussion. Below is a conversation I had with our oldest, most astute, sibling and why we don't eat at Hooters. Here goes...
W: Mom, why don't we eat at Hooters?
K: Well... (as I quickly scan through my brain's rolodex of 'how much information do I give out here?')...it's not really a place that's respectful toward women.
W: Why not?
K: The waitresses wear clothing that isn't very respectful of their bodies.
W: You mean they're naked?
K: (dang it, now what?) No, no, no, it's just that their clothes show off some of the parts of their bodies that God wants us to keep private.
W: Why would they do that?
K: Um, well, adults make choices, like you make choices. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they're bad. And, we believe that not being respectful of our bodies is a bad choice.
W: Well, if they're adults, don't they know the difference between a good choice and a bad choice?
K: In an ideal world, buddy, they do. But, we all make mistakes sometimes. Sometimes those women choose to work there because they need a job and they aren't as thoughtful about how they are showing off their bodies.
W: Why would people eat there if people make bad choices?
K: I don't know. (just ask your Uncle Daniel next time you see him)
W: Hmm, well...are you 'friends' with people that dress like that Mom?
K: Sweetheart, it's not about us being friends or not being friends with people that wear clothes that we don't like. We all make bad choices from time to time. Our job isn't to preach to people about what they should wear, but we should model good behavior. Like say, for example, you see one of your friends wearing a shirt that says "Aggies stink" (as an aside people like that should be jailed, but that discussion will surface during another van ride), then that's not respectful of Aggies or people that like A&M. The clothes we wear and the things we do and say should always honor God.
W: So, does that mean we like Longhorns?
K: (dang, bad example) Well, we're not big fans of Longhorns, buddy, but I would never let you wear a shirt that put them down... Can I ask you a question?
W: Sure.
K: Think of a woman who God respected a lot.
W: Mary?
K: Yep. Do you think Mary would ever wear anything that didn't honor God?
W: Probably not.
K: So, just think of it that way. If you are wearing, saying or doing something that doesn't honor God, then we probably should make a different choice, right?
After 30 seconds or so of silence, Will looks me right in the eye and ends the conversation with this quote of the year...
W: Well, Mom, when I am President, I will shut down all the Hooters.
Well said, my young man. Well said.
W: Mom, why don't we eat at Hooters?
K: Well... (as I quickly scan through my brain's rolodex of 'how much information do I give out here?')...it's not really a place that's respectful toward women.
W: Why not?
K: The waitresses wear clothing that isn't very respectful of their bodies.
W: You mean they're naked?
K: (dang it, now what?) No, no, no, it's just that their clothes show off some of the parts of their bodies that God wants us to keep private.
W: Why would they do that?
K: Um, well, adults make choices, like you make choices. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they're bad. And, we believe that not being respectful of our bodies is a bad choice.
W: Well, if they're adults, don't they know the difference between a good choice and a bad choice?
K: In an ideal world, buddy, they do. But, we all make mistakes sometimes. Sometimes those women choose to work there because they need a job and they aren't as thoughtful about how they are showing off their bodies.
W: Why would people eat there if people make bad choices?
K: I don't know. (just ask your Uncle Daniel next time you see him)
W: Hmm, well...are you 'friends' with people that dress like that Mom?
K: Sweetheart, it's not about us being friends or not being friends with people that wear clothes that we don't like. We all make bad choices from time to time. Our job isn't to preach to people about what they should wear, but we should model good behavior. Like say, for example, you see one of your friends wearing a shirt that says "Aggies stink" (as an aside people like that should be jailed, but that discussion will surface during another van ride), then that's not respectful of Aggies or people that like A&M. The clothes we wear and the things we do and say should always honor God.
W: So, does that mean we like Longhorns?
K: (dang, bad example) Well, we're not big fans of Longhorns, buddy, but I would never let you wear a shirt that put them down... Can I ask you a question?
W: Sure.
K: Think of a woman who God respected a lot.
W: Mary?
K: Yep. Do you think Mary would ever wear anything that didn't honor God?
W: Probably not.
K: So, just think of it that way. If you are wearing, saying or doing something that doesn't honor God, then we probably should make a different choice, right?
After 30 seconds or so of silence, Will looks me right in the eye and ends the conversation with this quote of the year...
W: Well, Mom, when I am President, I will shut down all the Hooters.
Well said, my young man. Well said.
Friday, July 10, 2009
QOTW: July 10, 2009
"Happy Anniversary Nana & Papa! Raise an appletini to 38 years."
Team Whitaker
"It's not a long way to Sonic anymore, Mom."
John Paul, after passing by the Sonic that's just minutes from the new house. Clearly, we are fans of Happy Hour.
"Think of God roaring with laughter as you try to control your universe and you will have more fun."
Sent to me by a friend, Kathleen. So appropriate for our life these days.
And, from my good buddy John Tesh's "Intelligence for your Life" radio show...
"There are three main triggers for headaches, 1) being dehydrated, drink 8 glasses a day or more, 2) brain freeze from ice cream, try not to let the cold stuff touch the roof of your mouth and 3) nitrates in hotdogs and lunch meat, buy the nitrate-free ones."
He's so smart.
"Mom, why did Aunt Mary Woo have to go home?"
The three older kids asking why beloved Aunt Mary Lou had to leave Austin and head back to Amarillo. She was here to help out my mom after her surgery, but the fun must end sometime. MLou, we LOVED having you here. You are the best.
It's shaping up to be a fun weekend. The boys are heading to Scott's hometown, Bowie, to fish, swim and spend some time with Granny. The girls are staying Austin-side to swim, paint toenails and do a little shopping. I mean, with no shopping, we can't really call it a girls' weekend now can we? I have a funny story to share about Hooters this weekend, so tune in for some serious laughs. Make it a great weekend!
Team Whitaker
"It's not a long way to Sonic anymore, Mom."
John Paul, after passing by the Sonic that's just minutes from the new house. Clearly, we are fans of Happy Hour.
"Think of God roaring with laughter as you try to control your universe and you will have more fun."
Sent to me by a friend, Kathleen. So appropriate for our life these days.
And, from my good buddy John Tesh's "Intelligence for your Life" radio show...
"There are three main triggers for headaches, 1) being dehydrated, drink 8 glasses a day or more, 2) brain freeze from ice cream, try not to let the cold stuff touch the roof of your mouth and 3) nitrates in hotdogs and lunch meat, buy the nitrate-free ones."
He's so smart.
"Mom, why did Aunt Mary Woo have to go home?"
The three older kids asking why beloved Aunt Mary Lou had to leave Austin and head back to Amarillo. She was here to help out my mom after her surgery, but the fun must end sometime. MLou, we LOVED having you here. You are the best.
It's shaping up to be a fun weekend. The boys are heading to Scott's hometown, Bowie, to fish, swim and spend some time with Granny. The girls are staying Austin-side to swim, paint toenails and do a little shopping. I mean, with no shopping, we can't really call it a girls' weekend now can we? I have a funny story to share about Hooters this weekend, so tune in for some serious laughs. Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Fourth
Man, I do love me some birthdays...America's was no exception.
We started it out right with the parade down at the OC (our affectionate name for my parent's subdivision in South Austin). I crack up every year when the "security" starts it off. Something about an 90-year-old man who can barely see the road that makes one wonder just how strong the force is down there. I digress. 
All that matters about the parade is that there's candy. And, in land of retirees, if you're a kid you score bigtime. The kids made a haul and Scott and I raided the stash before it got too picked over. Perk #96 for having lots of kiddos at a parade.
I must share one of the funniest stories of the day. Well, at least I thought it was worth some laughs. Scott and I had to drive separate because he had to turn in his beloved Challenger to the rent-car place. We were worried that he was actually going to be part of the parade, though. As he drove up to our spot along the route, he rolls down his window and says "Happy 4th everybody" and flings out a bag of donut holes. I think I pretty much peed in my pants I was laughing so hard. Not hard to do when you're pregnant, I guess.
Not sure if you noticed but Clare was a teensy bit more interested in finishing her donut than she was grabbing candy. Me too, girl. The rest of the morning/afternoon was spent swimming, eating way too much good food, a little shopping at the outlets (which were INSANE), chilling at the grandparentals, more eating and an early bedtime for all of us. We skipped the pop-pops this year. Don't think we're un-American. We're just parents who need some serious sleep. We'll catch 'em next year.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Top Ten: Things I Miss
We all have a list somewhere - whether written down or in our noggins - of things gone by that we would love to have back. Sometimes, we're driving down the road and said missed item/experience pops in our heads and we smile with a little regret, a little nostalgia. Seeing life through our nutso lens the last few weeks has allowed me reflect on those little bits and I thought I'd share them with you. Feel free to share your own...
TOP TEN: THINGS I MISS
1. The attendants at the gas station that pumped your gas, washed your windows and checked your tire pressure - all because it was their job.
2. Going to the Woolworth's in my dad's hometown, sitting at the barstool, ordering a fountain Dr. Pepper and putting it on my grandparent's "tab". Man, those were good times.
3. Riding bikes and playing with the 'hood kids until Mom yelled out "Dinnertime!" I so wish I could do that with my kids.
4. Michael Jackson, circa 1988.
5. Eating at K-Bob's...my all-time favorite restaurant as a kid growing up in the Texas Panhandle. I think I raided the sunflower seeds at the chuckwagon salad bar everytime.
6. Going snow skiing every Christmas. Bonus of living 4 hours from Angel Fire, NM.
7. Smoking candy cigarettes with my cousins at my great-grandmother's house. We thought we were so darn cool. And, of course, we were. (bonus if you can figure out which one is me...don't let the haircut fool you)
8. Playing "Sardines" with said cousins. It's like hide and seek but the opposite. You went around finding the one that was "it" and packed in like sardines. The last one to find you, lost.
9. Being pregnant the first time. Not that I haven't enjoyed every pregnancy since, because I have/am. But, the first has some special memories, most definitely excluding the 8 days overdue part. That stunk.
10. Riding on my grandpa's lap well before age 16 and steering the car down Main Street in Dumas. He and I would totally get jailed for that now.
Tune in tomorrow when I share some fun pics and stories from the 4th...
TOP TEN: THINGS I MISS
1. The attendants at the gas station that pumped your gas, washed your windows and checked your tire pressure - all because it was their job.
2. Going to the Woolworth's in my dad's hometown, sitting at the barstool, ordering a fountain Dr. Pepper and putting it on my grandparent's "tab". Man, those were good times.
3. Riding bikes and playing with the 'hood kids until Mom yelled out "Dinnertime!" I so wish I could do that with my kids.
4. Michael Jackson, circa 1988.
5. Eating at K-Bob's...my all-time favorite restaurant as a kid growing up in the Texas Panhandle. I think I raided the sunflower seeds at the chuckwagon salad bar everytime.
6. Going snow skiing every Christmas. Bonus of living 4 hours from Angel Fire, NM.
7. Smoking candy cigarettes with my cousins at my great-grandmother's house. We thought we were so darn cool. And, of course, we were. (bonus if you can figure out which one is me...don't let the haircut fool you)
8. Playing "Sardines" with said cousins. It's like hide and seek but the opposite. You went around finding the one that was "it" and packed in like sardines. The last one to find you, lost.9. Being pregnant the first time. Not that I haven't enjoyed every pregnancy since, because I have/am. But, the first has some special memories, most definitely excluding the 8 days overdue part. That stunk.
10. Riding on my grandpa's lap well before age 16 and steering the car down Main Street in Dumas. He and I would totally get jailed for that now.
Tune in tomorrow when I share some fun pics and stories from the 4th...
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Update 7.7.09
Man, this baby is going to give me heart palpitations...oh wait, already have those.
At 0545 this morning, one of our fire alarms ran out of juice and the incessant beeping woke Scott and I up out of a nice sleep. It also reminded me that it had been more than 24 hours since I really felt significant movement from Baby W. I started to have major freakout. To give you the whole story, I actually called the nurse yesterday because I was worried. I had been feeling quite a bit of movement last week, and then it slowly tapered off to like 2-3 kicks a day.
All my babies have been kickers. Reason #52 for the tears this morning. That's becoming a regular gig. So, I called the on-call doc and hauled myself up to Seton this morning at 6am. They hooked me up to the fetal monitor and after the longest 30 seconds of my life (with the sweet doctor holding my hand) we heard that beautiful, strong heartbeat. I was happy to listen to the thump, thump, thump, KICK, thump for about an hour.
Hey, so I can check two things off my to-do list: 1) tour of the L&D wing at the hospital and 2) filling out my pre-registration form. Excellent. That's what we call the silver lining on the proverbial cloud.
I'm back home now, feeling quite relieved and reassured. Delivering at 26 weeks was not high on the agenda this week...or any week for that matter. Next visit is in a week, so until then, I have some fun stories from our summertime mania to share.
Chat with you on the top ten manana.
At 0545 this morning, one of our fire alarms ran out of juice and the incessant beeping woke Scott and I up out of a nice sleep. It also reminded me that it had been more than 24 hours since I really felt significant movement from Baby W. I started to have major freakout. To give you the whole story, I actually called the nurse yesterday because I was worried. I had been feeling quite a bit of movement last week, and then it slowly tapered off to like 2-3 kicks a day.
All my babies have been kickers. Reason #52 for the tears this morning. That's becoming a regular gig. So, I called the on-call doc and hauled myself up to Seton this morning at 6am. They hooked me up to the fetal monitor and after the longest 30 seconds of my life (with the sweet doctor holding my hand) we heard that beautiful, strong heartbeat. I was happy to listen to the thump, thump, thump, KICK, thump for about an hour.
Hey, so I can check two things off my to-do list: 1) tour of the L&D wing at the hospital and 2) filling out my pre-registration form. Excellent. That's what we call the silver lining on the proverbial cloud.
I'm back home now, feeling quite relieved and reassured. Delivering at 26 weeks was not high on the agenda this week...or any week for that matter. Next visit is in a week, so until then, I have some fun stories from our summertime mania to share.
Chat with you on the top ten manana.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Graduation
Um, yeah, so this one is like 6 weeks overdue. I promise I thought I already posted this. Guess not. I'm totally blaming it on pregnancy brain.
John Paul's PK graduation was a hoot. I could see my sister-in-law at the end of the pew wondering what all the fuss was about. You just wait until it's your kiddo walking up that aisle :-) And, yes, that will happen in a flash.
They sang, they looked cute and they "graduated" to kindergarten. Now that means I'll have two in school come August. For you parentals out there with none in school, get ready for the childhood fast track once you send them skipping to school. If you thought the infant phase was fast, you 'ain't seen nothing yet. How's that for some good grammar?
For those of you with ones in school, hat tips to you. This school thing is hard work. We're already trying to figure out the homework spot for both the boys. Man, I'm getting queasy thinking about that fun hour. I'll stop. It's summer. That will be on my agenda in another 7 weeks or so.
John Paul loved the attention (shocking) and we loved watching him in his element. I think he's the only one of my kids who actually does the motions and digs being in front of a crowd. Hmmm, sounds like a certain daddy yell leader...
It was fun buddy. Thanks for giving us lots of smiles. We love you...off to kindergarten!!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Lovin' Every Minute
Don't you just love the smiles on those faces? Last week we celebrated VBS at our parish, "Crocodile Dock." It was way fun. The kids enjoyed making new friends, singing new songs, learning about God and the icing on the cake - they were totally wiped out for naptime. Hooray for the family nap!
Anna-Laura would be the cutie-patootie looking upward at one of our teen volunteers to learn those motions. She totally rocked the motions.
Anna-Laura would be the cutie-patootie looking upward at one of our teen volunteers to learn those motions. She totally rocked the motions.
It was my fourth (and final!) year to co-direct this fantastically fun, but sometimes exhausting, week. When we started the new curriculum four years ago, we had 120 kids and about 30 volunteers. Fast forward to 2009 and those numbers jumped to 200+ and 85. Our core group of volunteers did an incredible job and it reminded me of two things:
1: A ministry should never get to the point where folks say, "Oh, that's so and so's baby. Better not mess with that one." A wise priest once taught us that ministry leaders should change...often. Many folks want to lead and participate and we should let them. Thank you Fr. Sam for teaching me that passing the baton is a way to strengthen the community.
2: It really does take an army to pull off a successful Vacation Bible School. On Friday morning I found myself nearly in tears just looking around the room at the kids singing during Mass. They totally got it (as evidence by our gift bearers below) and that was definitely my God Sighting for the week. That doesn't happen because you have one stellar volunteer, that happens because dozens and dozens of men and women commit a week of their lives allowing the Holy Spirit to work through them. That's good stuff.
So, we bid adieu to "Crocodile Dock" and look forward to "High Seas" next year. Not sure how I'll be assisting. It may just be taking my kids and coming home to enjoy a few hours of quiet...we shall see. At any rate, it's a week of the year I totally dig. And dig it we did.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Top Ten: Seriously?
It's been a wacky six weeks around Casa Whitaker. I say wacky because this is a family blog and I don't need hate mail :-) Me thinks I write this more for a theraputic reason than any other. In between each of these, has been some tears. Ok, ok, lots of tears. Just the other day, Scott said to me he thinks I've cried more in the past month than in our entire 13 years of marriage. The last bit of tears came out today, somewhere along MoPac in an abandoned parking lot, while it was pouring down rain. I kinda felt like the weather today...
So, help me in my therapy and read along. As much as we joke and shed the occasional tear, there is still SO much in which to be thankful. Just read yesterday's miraculous post. I just needed to get it all out of my system...here goes!
TOP TEN: I CAN'T MAKE THIS STUFF UP
1. Scott hits a deer after dropping Will off at school, we file an "animal collision" claim.
2. We sustain some serious damage from a hail storm in April, file a claim and put a new roof on the old house.
3. Same hail storm pummels Scott's Accord. Yep, another claim.
4. The 20-week ultrasound shows some abnormal findings. We schedule our amnio.
5. We close on the new house, but the sellers won't hand over the keys until the funds clear their account. (that little learning lesson came in handy about two weeks later)
Oh, we're just getting started folks...
6. We think we're closing on the old house, but it's delayed 10 days due to the ever-efficient USDA folks. Gotta love the government.
7. I celebrate my 35th birthday camped out in our hall closet listening to, oh, what's that? More freakin' hail and tornado sirens.
8. Lovely second hail storm demolishes both cars, which of course we couldn't pull into the garage because it was full of boxes. Make that two more claims to the insurance company. Check and check.
9. And, because we hadn't gotten to know our agent well enough, we decided to throw in a claim for the roof on the new house as well. Yep. Another new roof according to our claims adjuster.
10. I visit my new OB and she detects a heart arrythmia, so I book an appointment with a cardiologist.
Let's all say it together - Crazy...you must leave the building. Seriously.
With that, we'll call this Wednesday a wrap and say PRAISE GOD it's a three-day weekend.
So, help me in my therapy and read along. As much as we joke and shed the occasional tear, there is still SO much in which to be thankful. Just read yesterday's miraculous post. I just needed to get it all out of my system...here goes!
TOP TEN: I CAN'T MAKE THIS STUFF UP
1. Scott hits a deer after dropping Will off at school, we file an "animal collision" claim.
2. We sustain some serious damage from a hail storm in April, file a claim and put a new roof on the old house.
3. Same hail storm pummels Scott's Accord. Yep, another claim.
4. The 20-week ultrasound shows some abnormal findings. We schedule our amnio.
5. We close on the new house, but the sellers won't hand over the keys until the funds clear their account. (that little learning lesson came in handy about two weeks later)
Oh, we're just getting started folks...
6. We think we're closing on the old house, but it's delayed 10 days due to the ever-efficient USDA folks. Gotta love the government.
7. I celebrate my 35th birthday camped out in our hall closet listening to, oh, what's that? More freakin' hail and tornado sirens.
8. Lovely second hail storm demolishes both cars, which of course we couldn't pull into the garage because it was full of boxes. Make that two more claims to the insurance company. Check and check.
9. And, because we hadn't gotten to know our agent well enough, we decided to throw in a claim for the roof on the new house as well. Yep. Another new roof according to our claims adjuster.
10. I visit my new OB and she detects a heart arrythmia, so I book an appointment with a cardiologist.
Let's all say it together - Crazy...you must leave the building. Seriously.
With that, we'll call this Wednesday a wrap and say PRAISE GOD it's a three-day weekend.
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