There's such anticipation building every night and I just love it.
Happy Advent!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Advent Wreath
At one point in time, we used to have a really fancy advent wreath, but I think this one suits us best. Anna-Laura made it in class (score one for the Catholic school!) and it is accompanied by a prayer we say each night, which changes each week. The kids are enjoying taking turns reading the prayer and I'm enjoying the "wax-free" wreath.
There's such anticipation building every night and I just love it.
Happy Advent!
There's such anticipation building every night and I just love it.
Happy Advent!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Making Peace with Santa
Recently, a post about "Reclaiming Advent" caught my eye on one of the blogs I read. Not only that, but it got me thinking. For the past, oh I don't know, forever, I've always found myself rushing through Advent. I looked up on December 24, shrugged my shoulders and said, 'I guess we'll do better next year.'
Don't get me wrong, there were some moments of brilliance and lots of happy family memories made during those fast and furious four weeks. But, much of the time things became part of the "checklist." Host an Open House, check. Send out Christmas cards, check. Adopt a child from the Tree of Giving at church, check. Decorate the house, check. And on and on.
Last year, in the craziness of Luke+Dell Childrens=4Ever, we were forced to slow down. And Advent became a whole new beast.
It's funny, because one mention of Santa Claus and you get an auditorium full of raised hands on how to best celebrate and cherish him. Yes, I said cherish. You see, I was alot like the author above. I got really frustrated when I saw how commercialized Christmas was and I found myself being a wee bit snarky at even tiny provocations. Scoffing at the ridiculous price of Santa photos, but forgetting the looks on my kids faces when they saw him and chatted it up about their favorite toys. Sighing heavily at the long lines of shoppers. Completely perturbed at Christmas commercials on television. All of it and then some.
Then, we slowed down last year and Christmas became so much richer. Perhaps we were forced to focus on the blessings in our lives like never before.
Fast forward to this year and much of that has stuck with us. Yes, I still get my Christmas cards in the mail the day before Thanksgiving so they arrive the day after. It's a family OCD thing. Truly, though, I LOVE writing them, and even more so, receiving them from friends and family.
When we hauled out the Christmas decorations this year, Anna-Laura beelined to my side and we had a blast putting them all up. She was so excited and it just made me happy to see her squeal at every new thing I pulled out of the box.
We even went to a bow and package wrapping demonstration at a local store this weekend. We had such a fantastic time. And, I found myself really enjoying wrapping presents, adding special touches as I thought about the intended gift recipient. What a beautiful way to approach gift giving.
As the kids took their photo with Santa, I loved seeing the kids interact with him (benefit of going the day before Thanksgiving - no lines!) My most favorite moment of the afternoon was hearing Will say, "And, my parents would really like a date together. So, if you could get them a PF Chang's gift card, they would really like that."
Today, we journeyed to Salado for our annual search-for-the-most-awesome-Christmas-Tree. We found it. In case you're wondering, it took 44 minutes flat to find the perfect one. We were having a tough time choosing between two trees until Scott said, "You know, it's like the Charlie Brown tree. Whichever one we choose will be perfect because it's ours." Well said, sweetheart, well said.
We have many things planned to bring home the Advent message to our children this year. We also have crossed lots of things off that list permanently in an effort to make room for the important stuff. I'll do my best to share what we do each day - big and small - in hopes that you might be inspired to do things a little differently in your house. Advent is about preparation. We are preparing our hearts for the birth of Christ. Technically, Christmas doesn't begin until December 25!
I'm excited about Advent. I hope you are, too.
Don't get me wrong, there were some moments of brilliance and lots of happy family memories made during those fast and furious four weeks. But, much of the time things became part of the "checklist." Host an Open House, check. Send out Christmas cards, check. Adopt a child from the Tree of Giving at church, check. Decorate the house, check. And on and on.
Last year, in the craziness of Luke+Dell Childrens=4Ever, we were forced to slow down. And Advent became a whole new beast.
It's funny, because one mention of Santa Claus and you get an auditorium full of raised hands on how to best celebrate and cherish him. Yes, I said cherish. You see, I was alot like the author above. I got really frustrated when I saw how commercialized Christmas was and I found myself being a wee bit snarky at even tiny provocations. Scoffing at the ridiculous price of Santa photos, but forgetting the looks on my kids faces when they saw him and chatted it up about their favorite toys. Sighing heavily at the long lines of shoppers. Completely perturbed at Christmas commercials on television. All of it and then some.
Then, we slowed down last year and Christmas became so much richer. Perhaps we were forced to focus on the blessings in our lives like never before.
Fast forward to this year and much of that has stuck with us. Yes, I still get my Christmas cards in the mail the day before Thanksgiving so they arrive the day after. It's a family OCD thing. Truly, though, I LOVE writing them, and even more so, receiving them from friends and family.
When we hauled out the Christmas decorations this year, Anna-Laura beelined to my side and we had a blast putting them all up. She was so excited and it just made me happy to see her squeal at every new thing I pulled out of the box.
We even went to a bow and package wrapping demonstration at a local store this weekend. We had such a fantastic time. And, I found myself really enjoying wrapping presents, adding special touches as I thought about the intended gift recipient. What a beautiful way to approach gift giving.
As the kids took their photo with Santa, I loved seeing the kids interact with him (benefit of going the day before Thanksgiving - no lines!) My most favorite moment of the afternoon was hearing Will say, "And, my parents would really like a date together. So, if you could get them a PF Chang's gift card, they would really like that."
Today, we journeyed to Salado for our annual search-for-the-most-awesome-Christmas-Tree. We found it. In case you're wondering, it took 44 minutes flat to find the perfect one. We were having a tough time choosing between two trees until Scott said, "You know, it's like the Charlie Brown tree. Whichever one we choose will be perfect because it's ours." Well said, sweetheart, well said.
We have many things planned to bring home the Advent message to our children this year. We also have crossed lots of things off that list permanently in an effort to make room for the important stuff. I'll do my best to share what we do each day - big and small - in hopes that you might be inspired to do things a little differently in your house. Advent is about preparation. We are preparing our hearts for the birth of Christ. Technically, Christmas doesn't begin until December 25!
I'm excited about Advent. I hope you are, too.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Gobble Gobble
From our house to yours, Happy Thanksgiving!
May today remind you of the many blessings in your life.
Take time to see, and appreciate, them. They are all around.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Top Ten: Aggie *Love*
There are many, many reasons I love being an Aggie - 96 to be correct :) (It's an Aggie thing.) I love collegiate rivalries. ISU/IU; UF/FSU; Army/Navy; Ohio State/Michigan; Notre Dame/USC; Purdue/Indiana; OSU/Oklahoma and on and on. In a rivalry game, no matter the sport, all bets are off. Rankings don't matter. Season stats don't matter. Post-season doesn't matter. It all comes down to who wants it more. Plain and simple.
From the time I set foot on the A&M campus as a 15-year-old 4-Her, I knew I wanted to be an Aggie. No question. The older I've gotten, as a former student, I realize that coming to Aggieland was one of the single best decisions I ever made. Honestly, I made lifelong friends in College Station. I think it's appropriate as we prepare for the biggest football game of the season, that I pause to give thanks for my love of all things maroon.
TOP TEN: WHY I HEART BEING AN AGGIE
1. The friendly faces. People still say 'howdy' when you greet them on campus. If you look lost, someone's bound to stop and ask how they can help. It's just part of who we are.
2. The traditions. I realize some may scoff at them and how we brainwash incoming freshman. Scoff away. I know they are what sets A&M apart from any other university. You can have your fancy roll call of former students, or your picturesque campus. I am honored that every month, Aggies silently gather on campus to remember current students who have died. I am humbled that every year on April 21, Aggies "call the Muster" while comrades answer 'here' for any Aggie who has left this life for the next. I think it's pretty freaking awesome that we don't have cheerleaders. Everybody else has those. We have five extremely handsome boys in white that can yell their pants off. Just check out a game at Kyle Field. With one hand motion, the student body can belt out a yell and cause havoc on the field for the opposing team. I love that we honor our seniors at Elephant Walk. And that we so proudly brainwash our freshman at Fish Camp.
3. The stellar Catholic campus ministry. Universities around the country - Ivy League, land grant, public and private - all flock to A&M to see how we're doing it. Just how have we fostered more than 150 vocations to the religious life? How do we so wonderfully prepare hundreds and hundreds of couples for the Sacrament of Marriage. How do we get so many students to Daily Mass? It's pretty fantastic.
4. The network. Just ask anyone who graduated from A&M and they'll proudly show you their Aggie ring, first introducing themself with name, followed by their class year. That coveted ring is one of the most recognizable symbols of a former student. My favorite Aggie joke is this, "What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation? Boss." We take care of our own. We're always proud to meet another Aggie upon first sighting of the ring.
5. The community. It's the smallest big university you'll ever visit. With more than 40,000 students on campus, it might seem intimidating. I never did feel like a small fish in a big pond, though. A&M always seemed like a big family. Still does. There is a camaraderie that is difficult to put into words.
6. The excellence. We are the only university in Texas to have all three grants - space, land and sea. Some of my non-Aggie friends may be saying 'so what'? I think THIS VIDEO says it best.
7. The pride. I was a sorority girl, proudly so, but always considered myself an Aggie Chi-O, never the other way around. A&M allowed me to stretch my leadership wings and find my place, but it also helped me understand how we were stronger working together, than splintered apart. We also just so happen to be the only insitution, aside from the military colleges, to send more cadets into the armed forces than anyone else. That is a major source of pride. Like it or not, there are a ton of Aggies protecting your hiney tonight. They do it well.
8. The spirit. While Scott and I weren't on campus when Bonfire fell and killed 12 students, we weren't far removed. A fellow classmate, Chris Breen '96, was one of those who died. And, Scott's brother was on stack with his Corps outfit shortly before it fell. It's difficult to put into words how much Bonfire was a part of the A&M culture. It's life lessons were many. There is this "feeling" that bubbles up when you sing "The Spirit of Aggieland" and it gets me everytime. Nobody else has that. Aggies own the trademark.
9. The history. I had the privilege of being a part of the Campus Muster Committee and Aggie Hostel (a former students' program that brought older alumni back to campus for a week during the summer). Both allowed me to meet 'ol Army Ags. Like, real 'ol Army. It was such a life lesson. Those men had so many honorable and fascinating stories of life at A&M when it was all-male, all-military. Our roots are deep. I so adore that about A&M. Even though we've grown to 40K+ and the Corps is only 2K, their influence on the culture at A&M is undeniable.
10. The comfort of knowing who we are. I have plenty of Longhorn friends who razz me about the whole "farmers fight" schtick. But, A&M got it's start as the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas (TAMC). We were about educating the common man, sending him home to make his community a better place. We've never left that core belief. I don't think there's any reason to apologize for that history.
So, tomorrow as we enjoy the Thanksgiving feast and give thanks for the many, many blessings in our lives, I'll be adding in a special prayer for my Aggies.
BTHO t.u.!
From the time I set foot on the A&M campus as a 15-year-old 4-Her, I knew I wanted to be an Aggie. No question. The older I've gotten, as a former student, I realize that coming to Aggieland was one of the single best decisions I ever made. Honestly, I made lifelong friends in College Station. I think it's appropriate as we prepare for the biggest football game of the season, that I pause to give thanks for my love of all things maroon.
TOP TEN: WHY I HEART BEING AN AGGIE
1. The friendly faces. People still say 'howdy' when you greet them on campus. If you look lost, someone's bound to stop and ask how they can help. It's just part of who we are.
2. The traditions. I realize some may scoff at them and how we brainwash incoming freshman. Scoff away. I know they are what sets A&M apart from any other university. You can have your fancy roll call of former students, or your picturesque campus. I am honored that every month, Aggies silently gather on campus to remember current students who have died. I am humbled that every year on April 21, Aggies "call the Muster" while comrades answer 'here' for any Aggie who has left this life for the next. I think it's pretty freaking awesome that we don't have cheerleaders. Everybody else has those. We have five extremely handsome boys in white that can yell their pants off. Just check out a game at Kyle Field. With one hand motion, the student body can belt out a yell and cause havoc on the field for the opposing team. I love that we honor our seniors at Elephant Walk. And that we so proudly brainwash our freshman at Fish Camp.
3. The stellar Catholic campus ministry. Universities around the country - Ivy League, land grant, public and private - all flock to A&M to see how we're doing it. Just how have we fostered more than 150 vocations to the religious life? How do we so wonderfully prepare hundreds and hundreds of couples for the Sacrament of Marriage. How do we get so many students to Daily Mass? It's pretty fantastic.
4. The network. Just ask anyone who graduated from A&M and they'll proudly show you their Aggie ring, first introducing themself with name, followed by their class year. That coveted ring is one of the most recognizable symbols of a former student. My favorite Aggie joke is this, "What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation? Boss." We take care of our own. We're always proud to meet another Aggie upon first sighting of the ring.
5. The community. It's the smallest big university you'll ever visit. With more than 40,000 students on campus, it might seem intimidating. I never did feel like a small fish in a big pond, though. A&M always seemed like a big family. Still does. There is a camaraderie that is difficult to put into words.
6. The excellence. We are the only university in Texas to have all three grants - space, land and sea. Some of my non-Aggie friends may be saying 'so what'? I think THIS VIDEO says it best.
7. The pride. I was a sorority girl, proudly so, but always considered myself an Aggie Chi-O, never the other way around. A&M allowed me to stretch my leadership wings and find my place, but it also helped me understand how we were stronger working together, than splintered apart. We also just so happen to be the only insitution, aside from the military colleges, to send more cadets into the armed forces than anyone else. That is a major source of pride. Like it or not, there are a ton of Aggies protecting your hiney tonight. They do it well.
8. The spirit. While Scott and I weren't on campus when Bonfire fell and killed 12 students, we weren't far removed. A fellow classmate, Chris Breen '96, was one of those who died. And, Scott's brother was on stack with his Corps outfit shortly before it fell. It's difficult to put into words how much Bonfire was a part of the A&M culture. It's life lessons were many. There is this "feeling" that bubbles up when you sing "The Spirit of Aggieland" and it gets me everytime. Nobody else has that. Aggies own the trademark.
9. The history. I had the privilege of being a part of the Campus Muster Committee and Aggie Hostel (a former students' program that brought older alumni back to campus for a week during the summer). Both allowed me to meet 'ol Army Ags. Like, real 'ol Army. It was such a life lesson. Those men had so many honorable and fascinating stories of life at A&M when it was all-male, all-military. Our roots are deep. I so adore that about A&M. Even though we've grown to 40K+ and the Corps is only 2K, their influence on the culture at A&M is undeniable.
10. The comfort of knowing who we are. I have plenty of Longhorn friends who razz me about the whole "farmers fight" schtick. But, A&M got it's start as the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas (TAMC). We were about educating the common man, sending him home to make his community a better place. We've never left that core belief. I don't think there's any reason to apologize for that history.
So, tomorrow as we enjoy the Thanksgiving feast and give thanks for the many, many blessings in our lives, I'll be adding in a special prayer for my Aggies.
BTHO t.u.!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Luke Update 11.23.10
If you haven't heard much from me the past few weeks, or I haven't been as funny, blame it on Luke :) We started table food a few weeks ago and he's had a bit of a rough go. I noticed about a week after we really got serious, that he looked thinner. Then, he got croup and a stomach virus last week - along with a nasty bout of teething - and I definitely knew he lost weight.
Fortunately, we had a visit with the GI doctor (gastro-intestinal) on the books for months and it just so happened to be last Thursday. My worst fear, okay not my worst, but still not fun, was confirmed. Luke had lost a pound and a half. He was an itty bitty 14lbs. 6oz. according to their scale. It typically measures a little heavier than the one at our pediatrician's, so I'm guessing he was really about 14.2. So basically, since July he's stayed the EXACT same weight. Ouch.
Enter Dr. Berhane to the rescue. We now have him on a nutrition shake which accounts for about 90% of his daily diet in calories and we go in for weekly weight checks. In the last seven days, he's gained back that weight he lost and is at 15lbs. 13oz! I almost fell over at the scale check this morning.
Arg. This weight thing is so dang hard. It just seems like every other baby in the free world gains weight no problem. They have super chunky thighs and double chins. I know, all my other babies were like that. And, not every baby has crazy intestines like our little Luke. But still. It's just hard on a momma. It's hard obsessing over every single thing he eats - or doesn't. I'm trying to keep it all in perspective. Some days are better than others, I guess.
We'll keep after the added calorie shakes (which of course, are NOT covered by insurance) and see where that leads us. I'm hoping he really takes to table food and we can check this off the list of 'things to worry about' in the very near future.
Fortunately, we had a visit with the GI doctor (gastro-intestinal) on the books for months and it just so happened to be last Thursday. My worst fear, okay not my worst, but still not fun, was confirmed. Luke had lost a pound and a half. He was an itty bitty 14lbs. 6oz. according to their scale. It typically measures a little heavier than the one at our pediatrician's, so I'm guessing he was really about 14.2. So basically, since July he's stayed the EXACT same weight. Ouch.
Enter Dr. Berhane to the rescue. We now have him on a nutrition shake which accounts for about 90% of his daily diet in calories and we go in for weekly weight checks. In the last seven days, he's gained back that weight he lost and is at 15lbs. 13oz! I almost fell over at the scale check this morning.
Arg. This weight thing is so dang hard. It just seems like every other baby in the free world gains weight no problem. They have super chunky thighs and double chins. I know, all my other babies were like that. And, not every baby has crazy intestines like our little Luke. But still. It's just hard on a momma. It's hard obsessing over every single thing he eats - or doesn't. I'm trying to keep it all in perspective. Some days are better than others, I guess.
We'll keep after the added calorie shakes (which of course, are NOT covered by insurance) and see where that leads us. I'm hoping he really takes to table food and we can check this off the list of 'things to worry about' in the very near future.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Condoms and the Pope
Bet those are two things you didn't think you'd see in the same sentence. Recently, this has flooded the news waves and I'm sitting here scratching my head wondering why. For starters, the Catholic church hasn't changed its position on artificial birth control. Secondly, the media took those comments WAY out of context. Like, galaxy light years. Now they're all backtracking.
At any rate, here is the official word from the Vatican News Service. I hope you find it informational and clarifying as much as I did.
NOTE BY FR. LOMBARDI CONCERNING A NEW BOOK ON THE POPE
VATICAN CITY, 21 NOV 2010 (VIS) - Given below is the text of a note issued by Holy See Press Office Director Fr. Federico Lombardi S.J. concerning certain remarks by the Pope on the use of condoms, which appear the new book "Light of the World".
"At the end of chapter eleven of the book 'Light of the World' the Pope responds to two questions about the battle against AIDS and the use of condoms, questions that reconnect with the discussions that arose in the wake of certain statements the Pope made on this subject during the course of his 2009 trip to Africa.
"The Pope again makes it clear that his intention was not to take up a position on the problem of condoms in general; his aim, rather was to reaffirm with force that the problem of AIDS cannot be solved simply by distributing condoms, because much more needs to be done: prevention, education, help, advice, accompaniment, both to prevent people from falling ill and to help them if they do.
"The Pope observes that even in the non-ecclesial context an analogous awareness has developed, as is apparent in the so-called ABC theory (Abstinence - Be Faithful - Condom), in which the first two elements (abstinence and fidelity) are more decisive and fundamental in the battle against AIDS, while condoms take last place, as a way out when the other two are absent. It should thus be clear that condoms are not the solution to the problem.
"The Pope then broadens his perspective and insists that focusing only on condoms is equivalent to trivialising sexuality, which thus loses its meaning as an expression of love between persons and becomes a 'drug'. This struggle against the trivialisation of sexuality is 'part of the great effort to ensure that sexuality is positively valued and is able to exercise a positive effect on man in his entirety'.
"In the light of this broad and profound vision of human sexuality and the problems it currently faces, the Pope reaffirms that 'the Church does not of course consider condoms to be the authentic and moral solution' to the problem of AIDS.
"In this the Pope does not reform or change Church teaching, but reaffirms it, placing it in the perspective of the value and dignity of human sexuality as an expression of love and responsibility.
"At the same time the Pope considers an exceptional circumstance in which the exercise of sexuality represents a real threat to another person's life. In such a case, the Pope does not morally justify the disordered practice of sexuality but maintains that the use of a condom to reduce the danger of infection can be 'a first act of responsibility', 'a first step on the road toward a more human sexuality', rather than not using it and exposing the other person to a mortal risk.
"In this, the reasoning of the Pope certainly cannot be defined as a revolutionary change.
"Many moral theologians and authoritative ecclesiastical figures have supported and support similar positions; it is nevertheless true that we have not heard this with such clarity from the mouth of the Pope, even in an informal and non-magisterial form.
"Thus Benedict XVI courageously makes an important contribution to help us clarify and more deeply understand a long-debated question. His is an original contribution, because, on the one hand, it remains faithful to moral principles and transparently refutes illusory paths such as that of 'faith in condoms'; on the other hand, however, it manifests a comprehensive and farsighted vision, attentive to recognising the small steps (though only initial and still confused) of an often spiritually- and culturally-impoverished humanity, toward a more human and responsible exercise of sexuality".
At any rate, here is the official word from the Vatican News Service. I hope you find it informational and clarifying as much as I did.
NOTE BY FR. LOMBARDI CONCERNING A NEW BOOK ON THE POPE
VATICAN CITY, 21 NOV 2010 (VIS) - Given below is the text of a note issued by Holy See Press Office Director Fr. Federico Lombardi S.J. concerning certain remarks by the Pope on the use of condoms, which appear the new book "Light of the World".
"At the end of chapter eleven of the book 'Light of the World' the Pope responds to two questions about the battle against AIDS and the use of condoms, questions that reconnect with the discussions that arose in the wake of certain statements the Pope made on this subject during the course of his 2009 trip to Africa.
"The Pope again makes it clear that his intention was not to take up a position on the problem of condoms in general; his aim, rather was to reaffirm with force that the problem of AIDS cannot be solved simply by distributing condoms, because much more needs to be done: prevention, education, help, advice, accompaniment, both to prevent people from falling ill and to help them if they do.
"The Pope observes that even in the non-ecclesial context an analogous awareness has developed, as is apparent in the so-called ABC theory (Abstinence - Be Faithful - Condom), in which the first two elements (abstinence and fidelity) are more decisive and fundamental in the battle against AIDS, while condoms take last place, as a way out when the other two are absent. It should thus be clear that condoms are not the solution to the problem.
"The Pope then broadens his perspective and insists that focusing only on condoms is equivalent to trivialising sexuality, which thus loses its meaning as an expression of love between persons and becomes a 'drug'. This struggle against the trivialisation of sexuality is 'part of the great effort to ensure that sexuality is positively valued and is able to exercise a positive effect on man in his entirety'.
"In the light of this broad and profound vision of human sexuality and the problems it currently faces, the Pope reaffirms that 'the Church does not of course consider condoms to be the authentic and moral solution' to the problem of AIDS.
"In this the Pope does not reform or change Church teaching, but reaffirms it, placing it in the perspective of the value and dignity of human sexuality as an expression of love and responsibility.
"At the same time the Pope considers an exceptional circumstance in which the exercise of sexuality represents a real threat to another person's life. In such a case, the Pope does not morally justify the disordered practice of sexuality but maintains that the use of a condom to reduce the danger of infection can be 'a first act of responsibility', 'a first step on the road toward a more human sexuality', rather than not using it and exposing the other person to a mortal risk.
"In this, the reasoning of the Pope certainly cannot be defined as a revolutionary change.
"Many moral theologians and authoritative ecclesiastical figures have supported and support similar positions; it is nevertheless true that we have not heard this with such clarity from the mouth of the Pope, even in an informal and non-magisterial form.
"Thus Benedict XVI courageously makes an important contribution to help us clarify and more deeply understand a long-debated question. His is an original contribution, because, on the one hand, it remains faithful to moral principles and transparently refutes illusory paths such as that of 'faith in condoms'; on the other hand, however, it manifests a comprehensive and farsighted vision, attentive to recognising the small steps (though only initial and still confused) of an often spiritually- and culturally-impoverished humanity, toward a more human and responsible exercise of sexuality".
Dominican Sisters Back on Oprah!
SET THOSE DVRs!!
The Dominican Sisters of Mary will be featured on the Oprah Winfrey Show on Tuesday, November 23.
This is a new show that includes interviews with Mother Assumpta, Sr. Joseph Andrew, Sr. Mary Samuel, Sr. John Dominic and other Sisters; as well as on-site filming of the First and Final Profession Masses and this year’s Entrance Day, during which we welcomed 22 Aspirants.
The show will feature the experience of a Sister entering religious life and the meaning of religious profession as being ‘married’ to Christ.
You may recall that Oprah first reached out to our community on February 9th of this year due to an interest in the hidden aspects of religious life. Click here to watch an excerpt from that program.
The response from the first show was so positive that the Sisters were asked if we would be open to another opportunity to share our life. We have accepted this invitation in the hopes of reaching an audience we might not otherwise reach with the witness of our life and the Gospel. Please join us in praying that the show will be for the good of souls and the honor of God.
As we approach the Thanksgiving holiday, let us give thanks to God for His bountiful goodness. May God bless you and your families during this holiday season.
The Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist
p.s. To learn more about supporting the Sisters’ ongoing formation and education, click here.
The Dominican Sisters of Mary will be featured on the Oprah Winfrey Show on Tuesday, November 23.
This is a new show that includes interviews with Mother Assumpta, Sr. Joseph Andrew, Sr. Mary Samuel, Sr. John Dominic and other Sisters; as well as on-site filming of the First and Final Profession Masses and this year’s Entrance Day, during which we welcomed 22 Aspirants.
The show will feature the experience of a Sister entering religious life and the meaning of religious profession as being ‘married’ to Christ.
You may recall that Oprah first reached out to our community on February 9th of this year due to an interest in the hidden aspects of religious life. Click here to watch an excerpt from that program.
The response from the first show was so positive that the Sisters were asked if we would be open to another opportunity to share our life. We have accepted this invitation in the hopes of reaching an audience we might not otherwise reach with the witness of our life and the Gospel. Please join us in praying that the show will be for the good of souls and the honor of God.
As we approach the Thanksgiving holiday, let us give thanks to God for His bountiful goodness. May God bless you and your families during this holiday season.
The Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist
p.s. To learn more about supporting the Sisters’ ongoing formation and education, click here.
Friday, November 19, 2010
QOTW: November 19, 2010
"HARRY POTTER!!!!"
I know the kids said some really funny things this week, but this has been Will's mantra since we told him we were taking him to see Part I of HP and the Deathly Hallows. We had some reservations, as the movie is rated PG-13. However, Will has read all seven books, five times through, and Scott and I have read them, as well! We've engaged in some really in-depth conversations with Will about good vs. evil, how belief in good ultimately triumphs and how we all experience roadblocks in life.
We knew about some of the questionable scenes and had Will close his eyes in a couple. We talked about why and I was really proud of how he digested the movie, what his favorite scenes were and what he liked the most. I'm not sure that I would take any fourth grader to the show, but Will was certainly ready to see it. Plus, it was a rare thing for a Whitaker child to have both of his parents' undivided attention. That was worth the money we spent right there.
JK Rowling is a master of the pen and one would be remiss to see the movies without first reading the book. That's pretty much my take on any book made into a movie. Don't bother buying a ticket unless you've done the former. There was actually a guy sitting next to me tonight that hadn't read ANY of the books or seen ANY of the movies. Dude. You just totally wasted $10 and 2 1/2 hours of your life. He was completely in the dark the entire movie.
It was a really wonderful night out with two of the men in my life. All I can say is this...it's going to be a long time 'til July when Part II debuts in theatres!
We don't have much on the family calendar this weekend. Hooray! Make it a great weekend.
I know the kids said some really funny things this week, but this has been Will's mantra since we told him we were taking him to see Part I of HP and the Deathly Hallows. We had some reservations, as the movie is rated PG-13. However, Will has read all seven books, five times through, and Scott and I have read them, as well! We've engaged in some really in-depth conversations with Will about good vs. evil, how belief in good ultimately triumphs and how we all experience roadblocks in life.
We knew about some of the questionable scenes and had Will close his eyes in a couple. We talked about why and I was really proud of how he digested the movie, what his favorite scenes were and what he liked the most. I'm not sure that I would take any fourth grader to the show, but Will was certainly ready to see it. Plus, it was a rare thing for a Whitaker child to have both of his parents' undivided attention. That was worth the money we spent right there.
JK Rowling is a master of the pen and one would be remiss to see the movies without first reading the book. That's pretty much my take on any book made into a movie. Don't bother buying a ticket unless you've done the former. There was actually a guy sitting next to me tonight that hadn't read ANY of the books or seen ANY of the movies. Dude. You just totally wasted $10 and 2 1/2 hours of your life. He was completely in the dark the entire movie.
It was a really wonderful night out with two of the men in my life. All I can say is this...it's going to be a long time 'til July when Part II debuts in theatres!
We don't have much on the family calendar this weekend. Hooray! Make it a great weekend.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Happy Birthday Papa!
My grandfather - a real gem - turns 85 today. I think that's pretty awesome. Papa, I hope you have a really fantastic day. Know that you are loved. Very much.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Top Ten: Surviving Church
I don't know about you, but Mass is sometimes my purgatory. No offense, God. [none taken, I hope He replied].
With littles underfoot - and bigs who pester them - making it through the hour-long Mass, all while gleaning some bit of divine knowledge is tough to do. In the last decade or so of "surviving", as well as surrounding ourselves with other awesome families, we've generated our own top ten. It's my hope these tricks and creative parenting techniques will allow you to not just survive Mass, but enjoy it.
TOP TEN: BEST TIPS FOR MASS
1. Avoid going during naptime. Let's face, sometimes you just can't. But, on the weekends that you can, do it. You'll thank yourself an hour later. It's important to note that your baby won't be taking a morning nap forever, so the morning times may be easier to attend. The name of the game is avoiding as many pitfalls for meltdown as possible.
2. Sit at the front. Or the back. Or somewhere in the middle. I have some parents that swear by each one of those. Bottom line? Do what works for your family and stick with it. Sometimes even those "front rowers" beeline to the back with a *terrific 3yo*.
3. Snacks should be your last resort. I'm all for having a few cheerios or goldfish on hand. But seriously, people? A lunchsack packed with oreos, oranges and a juice box? That's a meal. I kid you not, I see it every Sunday morning at our parish. Drives me bananas. Mass should not be a mealtime. And, just remember that when you bring it for the baby, all the older ones will want their share. We usually just leave them at home.
4. Toys and books should be used with caution. Our last parish had a book bin of religious books that the kids could read during Mass. In theory, that sounds really lovely. In practice, they all wanted the other one's book about 3-milliseconds into the service. And, if not handed over immediately a large scream, followed by, "That's MY book!" ensued. Having the entire row in front of you turn and stare was just awesome.
5. Know that every age has its Mass season. Itty bitties can be nursed (discreetly) or left in the carseat. This is where you falsely believe you have the best child on the planet. Toddlers just enjoy running in the narthex trying out their new-found walking feet. Eh, at least you made it to the homily, right? Pre-Kers make you want to pluck out your nosehairs. They scream, move, push and cannot be contained. You're lucky to make it through the opening prayer with them. School-age kids, if not accompanied by younger siblings, typically 'turn the corner' and you again, falsely believe you have the best children on the planet. I can't adequately and honestly write about teenagers, as we're not there yet. But, I suspect things like suspending car and cell phone privileges might make for decent behavior. Just know that some Masses you will boast with pride and others you will look for the nearest black hole.
6. Divide 'em up. Scott and I usually flank the ends, with one of us holding the baby. If we see a scuffle, we can easily flick the back of someone's head :)
7. Give them an incentive. At our last parish, there was a beautiful rose garden that the kids adored. They earned a walk through the garden if they made an "A" or better during Mass. Whatever you do, make it reasonable and free. No need to give them money or earn a toy. I suggest making it an activity they love.
8. Consider making different arrangements for "special" Masses. Like the next person, I really love the Easter Triduum or the Confirmation Mass, but taking small children to those you're just asking for it. Really, I think you just have to be realistic. A few years ago, my sister-in-law joined the church and Will was barely 13 months. Scott went to the first half of the Easter Vigil and then we swapped and I went to the last half. Sometimes compromise is the way to go.
9. Give yourself an attainable goal. Yes, YOU. Each week, we strive to make it to a specific point in the Mass - say, the first reading or the homily - before heading to the narthex for some fresh air. Some weeks we surpass the goal and other weeks, notsomuch.
10. Don't make other people miserable. Yes, I do keep my children in Mass if they're having a small scuttlebutt. I might get some head turns, but I don't believe jerking your kids out of the church at every little thing teaches them anything. Having said that, if you've got an inconsolable child on your hands, duck for the nearest exit. Get them calmed down and then come back.
BONUS!
11. Make it a teachable moment. There are lots of things that happen during the Mass that kids will find fascinating. We try our hardest to point them out while keeping the kids engaged in what's going on around them. We purchased a MagnifiKid subscription for Will during his Sacramental prep year and he luh-uved it.
With littles underfoot - and bigs who pester them - making it through the hour-long Mass, all while gleaning some bit of divine knowledge is tough to do. In the last decade or so of "surviving", as well as surrounding ourselves with other awesome families, we've generated our own top ten. It's my hope these tricks and creative parenting techniques will allow you to not just survive Mass, but enjoy it.
TOP TEN: BEST TIPS FOR MASS
1. Avoid going during naptime. Let's face, sometimes you just can't. But, on the weekends that you can, do it. You'll thank yourself an hour later. It's important to note that your baby won't be taking a morning nap forever, so the morning times may be easier to attend. The name of the game is avoiding as many pitfalls for meltdown as possible.
2. Sit at the front. Or the back. Or somewhere in the middle. I have some parents that swear by each one of those. Bottom line? Do what works for your family and stick with it. Sometimes even those "front rowers" beeline to the back with a *terrific 3yo*.
3. Snacks should be your last resort. I'm all for having a few cheerios or goldfish on hand. But seriously, people? A lunchsack packed with oreos, oranges and a juice box? That's a meal. I kid you not, I see it every Sunday morning at our parish. Drives me bananas. Mass should not be a mealtime. And, just remember that when you bring it for the baby, all the older ones will want their share. We usually just leave them at home.
4. Toys and books should be used with caution. Our last parish had a book bin of religious books that the kids could read during Mass. In theory, that sounds really lovely. In practice, they all wanted the other one's book about 3-milliseconds into the service. And, if not handed over immediately a large scream, followed by, "That's MY book!" ensued. Having the entire row in front of you turn and stare was just awesome.
5. Know that every age has its Mass season. Itty bitties can be nursed (discreetly) or left in the carseat. This is where you falsely believe you have the best child on the planet. Toddlers just enjoy running in the narthex trying out their new-found walking feet. Eh, at least you made it to the homily, right? Pre-Kers make you want to pluck out your nosehairs. They scream, move, push and cannot be contained. You're lucky to make it through the opening prayer with them. School-age kids, if not accompanied by younger siblings, typically 'turn the corner' and you again, falsely believe you have the best children on the planet. I can't adequately and honestly write about teenagers, as we're not there yet. But, I suspect things like suspending car and cell phone privileges might make for decent behavior. Just know that some Masses you will boast with pride and others you will look for the nearest black hole.
6. Divide 'em up. Scott and I usually flank the ends, with one of us holding the baby. If we see a scuffle, we can easily flick the back of someone's head :)
7. Give them an incentive. At our last parish, there was a beautiful rose garden that the kids adored. They earned a walk through the garden if they made an "A" or better during Mass. Whatever you do, make it reasonable and free. No need to give them money or earn a toy. I suggest making it an activity they love.
8. Consider making different arrangements for "special" Masses. Like the next person, I really love the Easter Triduum or the Confirmation Mass, but taking small children to those you're just asking for it. Really, I think you just have to be realistic. A few years ago, my sister-in-law joined the church and Will was barely 13 months. Scott went to the first half of the Easter Vigil and then we swapped and I went to the last half. Sometimes compromise is the way to go.
9. Give yourself an attainable goal. Yes, YOU. Each week, we strive to make it to a specific point in the Mass - say, the first reading or the homily - before heading to the narthex for some fresh air. Some weeks we surpass the goal and other weeks, notsomuch.
10. Don't make other people miserable. Yes, I do keep my children in Mass if they're having a small scuttlebutt. I might get some head turns, but I don't believe jerking your kids out of the church at every little thing teaches them anything. Having said that, if you've got an inconsolable child on your hands, duck for the nearest exit. Get them calmed down and then come back.
BONUS!
11. Make it a teachable moment. There are lots of things that happen during the Mass that kids will find fascinating. We try our hardest to point them out while keeping the kids engaged in what's going on around them. We purchased a MagnifiKid subscription for Will during his Sacramental prep year and he luh-uved it.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Two Moms on the Mind
This week, there are two moms I just can't get out of my head, heart or prayers.
Elizabeth. Yesterday was her sweet Catherine's first birthday. It should be a beautiful celebration. But little Catherine only lived 9 days. Nine precious days. The milestones we celebrate - and often take for granted - are a reminder of what was and what will never be. It's not possible for me to truly understand that kind of loss. But it is possible for me to offer up prayers for comfort, peace and joy.
Jenny. She and I were sorority sisters at A&M and last week she gave birth to two really, really cute identical twin girls. They were just over the 35 week mark, but at 4 pounds and change, they're just not ready to leave the NICU. Yesterday, Jenny left the hospital without them. I know that kind of day. It sucks (that would be a direct quote from one of my neonatologists). Oh, how the torrent of emotions comes rushing back, just when you think you're doing ok.
In my heart, I know there are so many moms on this day who need our prayers. We can never say enough, can we? Elizabeth, Jenny and so many others...we're praying for you. Love you two.
Elizabeth. Yesterday was her sweet Catherine's first birthday. It should be a beautiful celebration. But little Catherine only lived 9 days. Nine precious days. The milestones we celebrate - and often take for granted - are a reminder of what was and what will never be. It's not possible for me to truly understand that kind of loss. But it is possible for me to offer up prayers for comfort, peace and joy.
Jenny. She and I were sorority sisters at A&M and last week she gave birth to two really, really cute identical twin girls. They were just over the 35 week mark, but at 4 pounds and change, they're just not ready to leave the NICU. Yesterday, Jenny left the hospital without them. I know that kind of day. It sucks (that would be a direct quote from one of my neonatologists). Oh, how the torrent of emotions comes rushing back, just when you think you're doing ok.
In my heart, I know there are so many moms on this day who need our prayers. We can never say enough, can we? Elizabeth, Jenny and so many others...we're praying for you. Love you two.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Preemie of the Year!!
Well, Luke may not have won the judges' final award of Preemie of the Year, but we do know he won the popular vote for his age group, with over 1,100 votes!! So. Proud. Here, Luke is learning to walk with his walker. More on that later this week.
As fate would have it, his next door buddy in the Dell NICU won the official title. Bryce is an amazing baby and he was all smiles at today's Preemie Power celebration.
Today's celebration, sponsored by Hand to Hold, drew a huge crowd and there were so many happy faces in that room. I told another mom, to the untrained eye, one might have peeked in that room and just saw a room of happy kids, hopped up on cupcakes and sugar, enjoying an afternoon playing. To those of us there, we know that it was inspiring to be in the presence of so many miracles. I caught myself watching one 10-year-old boy, wearing a dashing cape, throwing on his tennis shoes as he bounded from the bouncy house to the cupcake walk. Ten years ago, he was a 24-weeker fighting for his life. Had to catch my breath. Miracles surround us everyday. Today, we just happened to be around a heck of a lot of 'em.
I was especially proud that the inaugural H2H newsletter made it's debut this afternoon, too. It was one of my creations and I loved every minute of designing it. Below, is the cover. You can check out the complete issue HERE, on Hand to Hold's website.
Our "busy" weekend turned into less busy and more "wow, really?" That'll be tomorrow's blog post. Aren't you glad we're never dull around here? HA.
As fate would have it, his next door buddy in the Dell NICU won the official title. Bryce is an amazing baby and he was all smiles at today's Preemie Power celebration.
Today's celebration, sponsored by Hand to Hold, drew a huge crowd and there were so many happy faces in that room. I told another mom, to the untrained eye, one might have peeked in that room and just saw a room of happy kids, hopped up on cupcakes and sugar, enjoying an afternoon playing. To those of us there, we know that it was inspiring to be in the presence of so many miracles. I caught myself watching one 10-year-old boy, wearing a dashing cape, throwing on his tennis shoes as he bounded from the bouncy house to the cupcake walk. Ten years ago, he was a 24-weeker fighting for his life. Had to catch my breath. Miracles surround us everyday. Today, we just happened to be around a heck of a lot of 'em.
I was especially proud that the inaugural H2H newsletter made it's debut this afternoon, too. It was one of my creations and I loved every minute of designing it. Below, is the cover. You can check out the complete issue HERE, on Hand to Hold's website.
Our "busy" weekend turned into less busy and more "wow, really?" That'll be tomorrow's blog post. Aren't you glad we're never dull around here? HA.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Christmas Cards, you say?
Several weeks ago, I posted about my Christmas card venture. You can read the skinny HERE and check out all the samples. Included in the cost is your custom-designed card or letter, along with envelopes, pre-printed with your return addresss.
I've decided to do them in two waves.
FIRST ROUND: Send me photos and text by next Friday, November 19. Delivery is Wednesday, December 1.
SECOND ROUND: Send me photos and text by Friday, December 3. Delivery is Friday, December 10.
And, I just had a request for New Year's cards for those that um, need a little extra time :) So, yes, that's in the mix too. Holler at me and we can figure out all those details if that's your cup 'o tea.
Love y'all! This should be a fun venture. I'm loving it so far :)
I've decided to do them in two waves.
FIRST ROUND: Send me photos and text by next Friday, November 19. Delivery is Wednesday, December 1.
SECOND ROUND: Send me photos and text by Friday, December 3. Delivery is Friday, December 10.
And, I just had a request for New Year's cards for those that um, need a little extra time :) So, yes, that's in the mix too. Holler at me and we can figure out all those details if that's your cup 'o tea.
Love y'all! This should be a fun venture. I'm loving it so far :)
Christmas crazy has officially begun
Yes, I know. I'm totally invading on my fun QOTW. Next week, folks.
I still can't believe Thanksgiving is in two weeks. Yikes! I'm already starting to feel the whir of crazy as December approaches. For those of you without children in school, three words for you: Just. You. Wait.
School-age mommas dread two months, December and May. Yes, they are lovely, but I feel like a airplane runway director managing play rehearsals, costumes, basketball practice, Christmas gifts for the teachers, pictures with Santa, cookie exchanges, ornament parties, girls' night outs, office parties, special school programs and festivities, Christmas cards, house decorating, holiday baking...and that just gets us to the first two weeks of the month. Somewhere in there I'm supposed to enjoy Advent and slow down.
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Hold on, I had to get back up. Nearly broke a hip from laughing myself off the chair. This is why I start now on planning on all that stuff so when the first Sunday of Advent rolls around I'm of sane mind to recognize and enjoy it. With each additional child that becomes a wee bit more challenging. Bring it baby, I'm organized this year!
This weekend we have alot going on, but it should be a blast. Will's last flag football game and his FIRST 4-H Food Show, a fourth grade social, another NICU reunion (yea!) and Christmas play practice. Yes, all in less than 24 hours. Giddy up. Lots of pictures next week. Lots. Make it a great weekend.
I still can't believe Thanksgiving is in two weeks. Yikes! I'm already starting to feel the whir of crazy as December approaches. For those of you without children in school, three words for you: Just. You. Wait.
School-age mommas dread two months, December and May. Yes, they are lovely, but I feel like a airplane runway director managing play rehearsals, costumes, basketball practice, Christmas gifts for the teachers, pictures with Santa, cookie exchanges, ornament parties, girls' night outs, office parties, special school programs and festivities, Christmas cards, house decorating, holiday baking...and that just gets us to the first two weeks of the month. Somewhere in there I'm supposed to enjoy Advent and slow down.
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Hold on, I had to get back up. Nearly broke a hip from laughing myself off the chair. This is why I start now on planning on all that stuff so when the first Sunday of Advent rolls around I'm of sane mind to recognize and enjoy it. With each additional child that becomes a wee bit more challenging. Bring it baby, I'm organized this year!
This weekend we have alot going on, but it should be a blast. Will's last flag football game and his FIRST 4-H Food Show, a fourth grade social, another NICU reunion (yea!) and Christmas play practice. Yes, all in less than 24 hours. Giddy up. Lots of pictures next week. Lots. Make it a great weekend.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
LAST DAY - Vote for Luke! And Guest Blogging at CMO
Yes, TODAY is the last day to vote for sweet baby Luke for Preemie of the Year. He's been holding steady in second, perhaps we can push him to the top? You know, even if the celebrity panel of judges deems another baby with the honor, we know that he is OUR Preemie of a Lifetime. I so love that kid. So many life lessons all bundled into 16 tiny pounds.
I'm putting the weekly top ten on hiatus this week because I'm guest blogging today over at Catholic Mothers Online. Click HERE to have a read!
I'm putting the weekly top ten on hiatus this week because I'm guest blogging today over at Catholic Mothers Online. Click HERE to have a read!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Vote for Luke! And a Rockin' NICU Reunion
Just today and tomorrow and then I promise I'll stop bugging you about voting for Luke :) Pinky swear.
Last Saturday, we enjoyed a pretty glorious morning and afternoon back at Dell Children's. Trust me. That is not a sentence I thought I would ever write. Most NICUs host a reunion of sorts and we are lucky enough to attend two - Seton Main and Dell. We missed Seton's earlier this spring because we were...at the hospital...in surgery :(
I wasn't really sure what it was going to be like heading back. Seeing all those beautiful faces of the people that took such good care of Luke, and us. It was pretty much awesome. And a teeny bit emotional.
There were nurses and neonatologists, respiratory therapsits, clinical assistants and nurse managers, oh my. They all smiled and belted out, "Luke!" I'm ok with him being the rockstar. He's earned it. To think a year ago, he was barely five pounds and change, with an ostomy bag and a big 'ol scar across the belly.
This day was about celebration, though. Celebration at how far we'd come. Yep, we still have some kinks to work out, but I am hopeful. The reunion reminded me of that precious gift. I don't think I've ever been to a place where so many people were smiling!
There were so many precious moments.
Seeing our first day nurse, Leah. Excuse me, AGGIE nurse Leah. She got pregnant and had a baby since we saw her last. WOW! She was the nurse I begged to go into Luke's first surgery. The surgery we weren't sure he would survive. We have a special connection with her.
Then there was Nicole, the first face we saw just before midnight when Luke was transported. She had everything under control. In the sea of chaos, I knew we could count on her to give us answers. I will never forget our first meeting with her. Ever.
And, Lisa. AGGIE Lisa (yes, we know them all) who visited us every hospital stay after discharge. She was always there to listen. Thanks Lisa.
And Melody, Janet, Kelly, Kirby - so many awesome peeps. Then we heard it, a "Ah, it's Maasta Luke" in the British accent we know so well. Dr. Michael! There isn't enough room on the blog to write about the special connection we share with him. I'm getting teary thinking about it. He is so gentle and loving with Luke, with all the babies, and you just know that his gift is being used just the way God intended. He's a good man, Charlie Brown. Smashing, I'd say. (say that again with a British accent, it sounds way better).
We even saw a few neighbors, NICU neighbors that is. Bryce, aka the Amazing Bryce-anator, looked so good. His mom, Katrina, and I met for the first time at the NICU scrub-in sink. We just started talking and our stories bubbled out. I'm pretty sure we both had tear-filled eyes after that first meeting. Between therapy and doctor visits we've only been able to see each other once since discharge, but I look at her and see a strong woman. Bryce's story will bring you to tears and fill you with hope. I am honored to know the Moline family.
Yes, it was a fab-tastic day. Interestingly enough, just as we prepared to leave, I looked up at Dell and saw someone from a hospital room looking down at the festivities. No doubt, wanting to be anywhere else but that hospital room. I've been that parent. I remember seeing those smiling, happy people. Happiness comes, we just have to wait for it.
How sweet it is.
Last Saturday, we enjoyed a pretty glorious morning and afternoon back at Dell Children's. Trust me. That is not a sentence I thought I would ever write. Most NICUs host a reunion of sorts and we are lucky enough to attend two - Seton Main and Dell. We missed Seton's earlier this spring because we were...at the hospital...in surgery :(
I wasn't really sure what it was going to be like heading back. Seeing all those beautiful faces of the people that took such good care of Luke, and us. It was pretty much awesome. And a teeny bit emotional.
There were nurses and neonatologists, respiratory therapsits, clinical assistants and nurse managers, oh my. They all smiled and belted out, "Luke!" I'm ok with him being the rockstar. He's earned it. To think a year ago, he was barely five pounds and change, with an ostomy bag and a big 'ol scar across the belly.
This day was about celebration, though. Celebration at how far we'd come. Yep, we still have some kinks to work out, but I am hopeful. The reunion reminded me of that precious gift. I don't think I've ever been to a place where so many people were smiling!
There were so many precious moments.
Seeing our first day nurse, Leah. Excuse me, AGGIE nurse Leah. She got pregnant and had a baby since we saw her last. WOW! She was the nurse I begged to go into Luke's first surgery. The surgery we weren't sure he would survive. We have a special connection with her.
Then there was Nicole, the first face we saw just before midnight when Luke was transported. She had everything under control. In the sea of chaos, I knew we could count on her to give us answers. I will never forget our first meeting with her. Ever.
And, Lisa. AGGIE Lisa (yes, we know them all) who visited us every hospital stay after discharge. She was always there to listen. Thanks Lisa.
And Melody, Janet, Kelly, Kirby - so many awesome peeps. Then we heard it, a "Ah, it's Maasta Luke" in the British accent we know so well. Dr. Michael! There isn't enough room on the blog to write about the special connection we share with him. I'm getting teary thinking about it. He is so gentle and loving with Luke, with all the babies, and you just know that his gift is being used just the way God intended. He's a good man, Charlie Brown. Smashing, I'd say. (say that again with a British accent, it sounds way better).
We even saw a few neighbors, NICU neighbors that is. Bryce, aka the Amazing Bryce-anator, looked so good. His mom, Katrina, and I met for the first time at the NICU scrub-in sink. We just started talking and our stories bubbled out. I'm pretty sure we both had tear-filled eyes after that first meeting. Between therapy and doctor visits we've only been able to see each other once since discharge, but I look at her and see a strong woman. Bryce's story will bring you to tears and fill you with hope. I am honored to know the Moline family.
Yes, it was a fab-tastic day. Interestingly enough, just as we prepared to leave, I looked up at Dell and saw someone from a hospital room looking down at the festivities. No doubt, wanting to be anywhere else but that hospital room. I've been that parent. I remember seeing those smiling, happy people. Happiness comes, we just have to wait for it.
How sweet it is.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Vote for Luke! And, was today really Monday?
I promise, not too many more days. Voting officially ends on Wednesday. I am OVERWHELMED at the number of votes that have been cast (nearly 10,000) for all those cute babies. Go vote today!
If you know of someone in the NICU or has been in the NICU, has experienced infant loss or has had a preemie, please direct them to Hand to Hold. Even if they don't live in Central Texas, there are so many resources on that website. Surely, I do not know how I would've weathered the NICU stay...and the past year, without my mentor, Kelli. She just 'gets it' and that is just what I needed.
Ok, on to my Monday. It started out like any other. Alarm went off at 6:15, I begrudingly got up five minutes later, hit the shower and put out three fights, directed kid traffic, and solved three problems all before finishing blowdrying my hair. Arg. The time change needs to take effect with my kids. And soon.
Anywiddle, Scott and the bigs headed off to school at 7:35 and me and the littles got started on washing dishes, clothes and hineys. I even started dinner sometime before 8am. Yep. I AM Martha Stewart. I put down Luke for a nap at 9, knocked out a little work, loved on Clare and then started folding laundry.
I had just put the whites in the washing machine, with a bit 'o bleach. On a whim, I decided to fetch a hanger in the laundry room. I stepped in an inch of water and yelled out an unnamed *$&%. I dropped the clothes, turned off the washer and grabbed as many towels as I could. Then, I realized that the water wasn't just in the laundry room, but it was seeping into the garage. ####. Another fun word.
Then I placed an emergency call to Scott. We have this code. If I call him once on his cell and he doesn't answer, then he's in a meeting. If he gets a second call on said cell, he knows I mean business. He picked up on the first ring. Um, let's just say our marriage counselor would not be happy with my "harsh start up."
No, I did not say, "Hey sweeheart, how's your day? I was just calling to see if you could tell me how to turn off the water. Little problem, nothing major. Everything is totally fine. Just wondering. Thanks sweetums."
I'll, um, just say that I was not that kind. I was freaking out. The last time we had a leak in the laundry room it was a complete remodel. Please, Lord, not today.
I called the plumber, but not before pouring myself a glass of wine. Yes, you read that correctly. I waded through that damn water, out to the garage fridge, found the screwtop bottle of wine, waded back through that damn water, into the dining room, located the wine glass, poured a half glass and waited for Scott to walk through the back door. By the time he arrived 10 minutes later, freak out Kathryn had left the building and in her place was a quite nice, very charming version of myself.
Scott fixed the problem lickety-split, I cancelled the plumber 411 and then I mopped up the floor. It's shining now! Scott went back to work, I finished the laundry and went back to my day.
Moral of the story? Always have a bottle of screwtop wine chilled in your fridge.
If you know of someone in the NICU or has been in the NICU, has experienced infant loss or has had a preemie, please direct them to Hand to Hold. Even if they don't live in Central Texas, there are so many resources on that website. Surely, I do not know how I would've weathered the NICU stay...and the past year, without my mentor, Kelli. She just 'gets it' and that is just what I needed.
Ok, on to my Monday. It started out like any other. Alarm went off at 6:15, I begrudingly got up five minutes later, hit the shower and put out three fights, directed kid traffic, and solved three problems all before finishing blowdrying my hair. Arg. The time change needs to take effect with my kids. And soon.
Anywiddle, Scott and the bigs headed off to school at 7:35 and me and the littles got started on washing dishes, clothes and hineys. I even started dinner sometime before 8am. Yep. I AM Martha Stewart. I put down Luke for a nap at 9, knocked out a little work, loved on Clare and then started folding laundry.
I had just put the whites in the washing machine, with a bit 'o bleach. On a whim, I decided to fetch a hanger in the laundry room. I stepped in an inch of water and yelled out an unnamed *$&%. I dropped the clothes, turned off the washer and grabbed as many towels as I could. Then, I realized that the water wasn't just in the laundry room, but it was seeping into the garage. ####. Another fun word.
Then I placed an emergency call to Scott. We have this code. If I call him once on his cell and he doesn't answer, then he's in a meeting. If he gets a second call on said cell, he knows I mean business. He picked up on the first ring. Um, let's just say our marriage counselor would not be happy with my "harsh start up."
No, I did not say, "Hey sweeheart, how's your day? I was just calling to see if you could tell me how to turn off the water. Little problem, nothing major. Everything is totally fine. Just wondering. Thanks sweetums."
I'll, um, just say that I was not that kind. I was freaking out. The last time we had a leak in the laundry room it was a complete remodel. Please, Lord, not today.
I called the plumber, but not before pouring myself a glass of wine. Yes, you read that correctly. I waded through that damn water, out to the garage fridge, found the screwtop bottle of wine, waded back through that damn water, into the dining room, located the wine glass, poured a half glass and waited for Scott to walk through the back door. By the time he arrived 10 minutes later, freak out Kathryn had left the building and in her place was a quite nice, very charming version of myself.
Scott fixed the problem lickety-split, I cancelled the plumber 411 and then I mopped up the floor. It's shining now! Scott went back to work, I finished the laundry and went back to my day.
Moral of the story? Always have a bottle of screwtop wine chilled in your fridge.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Vote for Luke! And your QOTW.
Did you know that eight babies will be born today in Austin prematurely? Eight x 365 days x a lot of places in the United States...that's a lot of babies. And, equally important, that's a lot of mommas crying in a rocking chair this morning.
Go spread the word about prematurity. It can happen to anyone (case in point) and doesn't play favorites when it comes to geography, socio-economic status, religion or age. A vote for Super Luke is one more person that learns about prematurity and how it really does affect us all. Hand to Hold, the non-profit sponsoring the contest, is already doing amazing things in Central Texas for families experiencing a NICU stay, prematurity or infant loss. I just finished their first newsletter and it's hitting the presses today. So exciting.
VOTE HERE!
Now, on to your QOTW.
"I meant to do that." (with finger pointing up in the air and cute smirk on his face)
John Paul, after dropping his [empty] cup and it bounced all over the kitchen. What makes this so *dang* [insert sarcasm font here] funny is that he or another child spills milk or juice at least five times a week. Nope, it can never be water. It's always gotta be the sticky stuff. Ah, the joys of motherhood.
"Well, back to the point."
Will. What is he, 36?
"Wow, making dinner and being the Mom is alot of work."
Will, after being in charge of making dinner last night in preparation for his 4-H Food Show next week. He just might be making dinner more often. It was delish!
"Luke do you like Longhorns?" (head shake NO)
"Luke do you like Aggies?" (hand clap and laughs)
Yes, brainwashing begins early. Already our son's IQ is stellar :)
We have a really, REALLY fun weekend ahead. Will has a flag football game tonight and then John Paul finishes the season at the Palace for his team. For you non-Austin, non-Texas friends...wait 'til I post pictures of this place. It's across the street from our house and would rival many college stadiums. Welcome to Texas football! Then, we're heading back to Dell - but this time for a sweet NICU reunion with Luke's doctors and nurses.
I. Can't. Wait.
It should be tons of fun. You'll have some great (I hope!) pictures to see on Monday.
Go spread the word about prematurity. It can happen to anyone (case in point) and doesn't play favorites when it comes to geography, socio-economic status, religion or age. A vote for Super Luke is one more person that learns about prematurity and how it really does affect us all. Hand to Hold, the non-profit sponsoring the contest, is already doing amazing things in Central Texas for families experiencing a NICU stay, prematurity or infant loss. I just finished their first newsletter and it's hitting the presses today. So exciting.
VOTE HERE!
Now, on to your QOTW.
"I meant to do that." (with finger pointing up in the air and cute smirk on his face)
John Paul, after dropping his [empty] cup and it bounced all over the kitchen. What makes this so *dang* [insert sarcasm font here] funny is that he or another child spills milk or juice at least five times a week. Nope, it can never be water. It's always gotta be the sticky stuff. Ah, the joys of motherhood.
"Well, back to the point."
Will. What is he, 36?
"Wow, making dinner and being the Mom is alot of work."
Will, after being in charge of making dinner last night in preparation for his 4-H Food Show next week. He just might be making dinner more often. It was delish!
"Luke do you like Longhorns?" (head shake NO)
"Luke do you like Aggies?" (hand clap and laughs)
Yes, brainwashing begins early. Already our son's IQ is stellar :)
We have a really, REALLY fun weekend ahead. Will has a flag football game tonight and then John Paul finishes the season at the Palace for his team. For you non-Austin, non-Texas friends...wait 'til I post pictures of this place. It's across the street from our house and would rival many college stadiums. Welcome to Texas football! Then, we're heading back to Dell - but this time for a sweet NICU reunion with Luke's doctors and nurses.
I. Can't. Wait.
It should be tons of fun. You'll have some great (I hope!) pictures to see on Monday.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Vote for Luke! And Aggieland
What better way to start off your morning than by VOTING FOR LUKE! The "Preemie of the Year" voting continues today. He's been steady, hanging in the Top 5, and we appreciate your votes keeping him there. Feel free to send that link on to whomever you wish!
Ok, on to Aggieland. Last Friday and Saturday, Scott and I skipped town with Luke and enjoyed an overnight stay in College Station for the annual Former Yell Leader Reunion. Yes, I married a cute boy in white. I always remind Scott that I fell in love with him long before he became a yellboy. But, the free football tickets didn't hurt the relationship :)
About 60 guys came in for the festivities on Friday night - from the Class of '54 to the Class '12. There were some good bull stories, jacket throwing by Dr. Joe West (another story for another blog post) and a whole lot of laughs. I mean, what else do you expect in a roomful of extroverts who all "gotta little story for ya Ags"? We kept Luke up way past his bedtime, but he did remarkably well. Eh, sleep is so overrated.
We spent the night with Scott's cousin, JC, and his wife Kelly. They made an awesome breakfast, we chatted about family, loved on their dogs and then they shipped us off to gameday festivities on Saturday.
Wow has campus changed since 'ol Army days. We didn't have a single tailgater on campus and the biggest thing to happen was March In on the Quadrangle. Now, you can't walk five feet without hitting tailgate after tailgate. It's crazy! And fun. We made it to two tailgates, one over at the Foundation and the Former Yell Leaders. We saw lots of good friends and thoroughly enjoyed our time back on campus. Man, I love being an Aggie.
The Association of Former Students recently renovated their building and added a stellar "Ring Plaza" complete with a larger-than-life Aggie ring replica. Sweet.
On our way out of town, we stopped off at the Simmons' house and I got to love on a newborn. Heaven! Sweet Caroline is all that and then some. Elizabeth, thanks for letting us smooch all over her. I love new baby smell.
Until next year Aggieland. Gig 'em, Howdy and Hullaballoo.
Ok, on to Aggieland. Last Friday and Saturday, Scott and I skipped town with Luke and enjoyed an overnight stay in College Station for the annual Former Yell Leader Reunion. Yes, I married a cute boy in white. I always remind Scott that I fell in love with him long before he became a yellboy. But, the free football tickets didn't hurt the relationship :)
About 60 guys came in for the festivities on Friday night - from the Class of '54 to the Class '12. There were some good bull stories, jacket throwing by Dr. Joe West (another story for another blog post) and a whole lot of laughs. I mean, what else do you expect in a roomful of extroverts who all "gotta little story for ya Ags"? We kept Luke up way past his bedtime, but he did remarkably well. Eh, sleep is so overrated.
We spent the night with Scott's cousin, JC, and his wife Kelly. They made an awesome breakfast, we chatted about family, loved on their dogs and then they shipped us off to gameday festivities on Saturday.
Wow has campus changed since 'ol Army days. We didn't have a single tailgater on campus and the biggest thing to happen was March In on the Quadrangle. Now, you can't walk five feet without hitting tailgate after tailgate. It's crazy! And fun. We made it to two tailgates, one over at the Foundation and the Former Yell Leaders. We saw lots of good friends and thoroughly enjoyed our time back on campus. Man, I love being an Aggie.
The Association of Former Students recently renovated their building and added a stellar "Ring Plaza" complete with a larger-than-life Aggie ring replica. Sweet.
On our way out of town, we stopped off at the Simmons' house and I got to love on a newborn. Heaven! Sweet Caroline is all that and then some. Elizabeth, thanks for letting us smooch all over her. I love new baby smell.
Until next year Aggieland. Gig 'em, Howdy and Hullaballoo.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
VOTE for Luke! And your Top Ten.
If you're just joining the blog this week, may want to read Tuesday's post about Super Luke and "Preemie of the Year" voting. There's no partisanship involved, only pure cuteness. You can cast one vote a day through November 10. Don't worry, I'll remind you :) Feel free to share the link!
VOTE HERE!!
Ok, now that you've done your civic duty, on to the top ten. In the spirit of last night's election results, I thought I'd do my own "analysis" on politics.
TOP TEN: POLITICAL OBSERVATIONS
1. I really, REALLY miss Tim Russert. Nobody works a whiteboard like Tim. We miss ya buddy.
2. It's hardly "exclusive breaking news" when I see it on TV, read about it on FB, get a tweet and check online all within 30 seconds of one another.
3. I wish they'd just give us the results and skip the analysis. We'll be living the "after" soon enough.
4. I feel really sad that we no longer refer to ourselves as people, but colors instead. That can't be good for the future of our country.
5. As happy as I was with many of the results here in my home district, it sure would've been nice to see a few more ladies with Senator or Honorable before their names. Guess we're all home raising future voters :)
6. I'm totally a fan of term limits.
7. I'm totally a fan of campaign finance reform.
8. I'm totally a fan of banning all ridiculously mean political ads.
9. I'm totally a fan of chocolate (oops, wrong top ten).
10. I'm loving that today, my phone hasn't rung once.
America the Beautiful. Land of the Free. Home of the Brave. I'm pretty proud and honored to call myself an American and I hope you are, too.
VOTE HERE!!
Ok, now that you've done your civic duty, on to the top ten. In the spirit of last night's election results, I thought I'd do my own "analysis" on politics.
TOP TEN: POLITICAL OBSERVATIONS
1. I really, REALLY miss Tim Russert. Nobody works a whiteboard like Tim. We miss ya buddy.
2. It's hardly "exclusive breaking news" when I see it on TV, read about it on FB, get a tweet and check online all within 30 seconds of one another.
3. I wish they'd just give us the results and skip the analysis. We'll be living the "after" soon enough.
4. I feel really sad that we no longer refer to ourselves as people, but colors instead. That can't be good for the future of our country.
5. As happy as I was with many of the results here in my home district, it sure would've been nice to see a few more ladies with Senator or Honorable before their names. Guess we're all home raising future voters :)
6. I'm totally a fan of term limits.
7. I'm totally a fan of campaign finance reform.
8. I'm totally a fan of banning all ridiculously mean political ads.
9. I'm totally a fan of chocolate (oops, wrong top ten).
10. I'm loving that today, my phone hasn't rung once.
America the Beautiful. Land of the Free. Home of the Brave. I'm pretty proud and honored to call myself an American and I hope you are, too.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Vote for Luke!
Happy Election Day America. Yes, it's totally mid-term elections. My caller ID with 8,000 "unknown" campaign calls is proof. If you haven't voted already, stop procrastinating. On election day, I'm always reminded of the election a family friend endured for my hometown's school board. He lost by 18 votes. 18. Your vote really does count.
Speaking of voting and counting...there's another really, really, really cute candidate who needs your vote. Luke was recently entered into a local "Preemie of the Year" contest for his age group (1-5) and I totally think he should win it. Biased? Perhaps. But how could you not say yes to this face?
So, click HERE and get to voting! You can cast your ballot for "Super Luke" once a day through November 10. After that, the top vote getters go to a panel of local celebrity judges who determine the final winner who will be announced at the Preemie Power Celebration on November 14.
Don't make me beg!!
Speaking of voting and counting...there's another really, really, really cute candidate who needs your vote. Luke was recently entered into a local "Preemie of the Year" contest for his age group (1-5) and I totally think he should win it. Biased? Perhaps. But how could you not say yes to this face?
So, click HERE and get to voting! You can cast your ballot for "Super Luke" once a day through November 10. After that, the top vote getters go to a panel of local celebrity judges who determine the final winner who will be announced at the Preemie Power Celebration on November 14.
Don't make me beg!!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Uncle Daniel Guest Blogs
[Editor's Note: This weekend, the blog author, her husband and cute Luke enjoyed an overnight trip to College Station. While they were living it up, eating bon-bons, rubbing shoulders with other extroverted former yell leaders and humping it (not what you think if you're a non-Aggie), they left the "bigs" in the care of relatives. Uncle Daniel is our guest blogger today. And, now the gene pool connection will become totally apparent. Take it Daniel...]
As an uncle I must live by a set of standards. Call it the Uncle Creed: have fun and parent them just enough to avoid an ER visit. Over the last weekend my wife and I took on a simple task, continue to be parents to our child (encouraged) whilst taking care of two little boys that share a branch in our family tree. It started on Friday night with a simple trade-off of said nephews followed by a trip to Whataburger. (Subsection A, article 2, paragraph 1 of the Uncle Creed requires nephews/nieces to be fed sugar, fatty foods and/or a combination of the both.) Task complete: feed children.
I then took the eldest offspring to a flag football game while Aunt Mandy took our baby and JP to prepare for a night’s slumber. I stood by watching my nephew in sub-freezing temperatures (<70 degrees in TX) as his team stumbled in OT for a tough loss. At least he earned a W in the character building win column. I reminded him the Cowboys have a LOT of character this year. Soon we all nestled fast asleep and the evening faded into morning with a small six-year old voice finally breaking the silence with a tap on my forehead and a question about the Lego Star Wars game being played on my Xbox. (Subsection F, article 1, paragraph 5 of the Uncle Creed requires uncles to have cool toys that parents would otherwise not allow.) After (semi-safely) cramming the two boys, baby and accompanying accoutrement into our not-so-family sized sedan we trekked to the nearest eatery to join the other siblings and g’parents for some much needed coffee and bacon-wrapped breakfast. Five minutes after our arrival we were informed of the following information. 18-wheeler wreck. 20 firetrucks. 3 major Austin roadways shut-down. 0 g’parents. 3 kids. 1 uncle/aunt. The numbers were stacked against us and fuzzier than a 2000 Palm Beach county voting booth.
Our day could NOT go off-track because due to family lineage this was considered failure and would require us to wear a scarlet-colored clock. We HAD to make this work. Eventually our breakfast arrived and I realized that giving a 6-year old carte blanche to order off the menu is ill-advised. Chocolate and pancakes are NEVER a good idea. Neither is syrup. Ever. Malnutrition began to set in with the eldest nephew after eating a meager breakfast of 4 pieces of bacon, toast, eggs, fruit and 5 face-sized pancakes…the virus is called PTHD (pre-teen hunger disorder). That’s when the wheels completely fell off. The adult contingency weakened when the aunt was forced to powder her nose and make a few trips to the car (for what I presume to be a flask), I was promoted to alpha adult status. She came back to a table that would make a busboy shiver. Food covered the floor, juice painted the table in a glossy orange glow and napkins were strewn about the table. As a former food-service member I put our humpty dumpty table back together again and made our way to the front door…victory would be ours. I then saw panic fill my wife’s eyes.
She kept murmuring the word keys?!?! and frantically searched through everything: purse, diaper bag, waitress’ apron, fellow patrons bags, chef’s hats and under her chair (as if the keys had become part of some random door prize and were taped to the bottom of the chair). After being told multiple times it was my fault for losing them I calmly walked to the car and found the aforementioned keys sitting in the passenger’s seat. Relief filled the air and we were publicly allowed to take our signs off that said, “It’s our first day handling more than one kid”. Also left behind…our syrup + orange juice covered dignity.
Lesson learned: The easiest way to get a child’s attention. Sit down and look comfortable.
As an uncle I must live by a set of standards. Call it the Uncle Creed: have fun and parent them just enough to avoid an ER visit. Over the last weekend my wife and I took on a simple task, continue to be parents to our child (encouraged) whilst taking care of two little boys that share a branch in our family tree. It started on Friday night with a simple trade-off of said nephews followed by a trip to Whataburger. (Subsection A, article 2, paragraph 1 of the Uncle Creed requires nephews/nieces to be fed sugar, fatty foods and/or a combination of the both.) Task complete: feed children.
I then took the eldest offspring to a flag football game while Aunt Mandy took our baby and JP to prepare for a night’s slumber. I stood by watching my nephew in sub-freezing temperatures (<70 degrees in TX) as his team stumbled in OT for a tough loss. At least he earned a W in the character building win column. I reminded him the Cowboys have a LOT of character this year. Soon we all nestled fast asleep and the evening faded into morning with a small six-year old voice finally breaking the silence with a tap on my forehead and a question about the Lego Star Wars game being played on my Xbox. (Subsection F, article 1, paragraph 5 of the Uncle Creed requires uncles to have cool toys that parents would otherwise not allow.) After (semi-safely) cramming the two boys, baby and accompanying accoutrement into our not-so-family sized sedan we trekked to the nearest eatery to join the other siblings and g’parents for some much needed coffee and bacon-wrapped breakfast. Five minutes after our arrival we were informed of the following information. 18-wheeler wreck. 20 firetrucks. 3 major Austin roadways shut-down. 0 g’parents. 3 kids. 1 uncle/aunt. The numbers were stacked against us and fuzzier than a 2000 Palm Beach county voting booth.
Our day could NOT go off-track because due to family lineage this was considered failure and would require us to wear a scarlet-colored clock. We HAD to make this work. Eventually our breakfast arrived and I realized that giving a 6-year old carte blanche to order off the menu is ill-advised. Chocolate and pancakes are NEVER a good idea. Neither is syrup. Ever. Malnutrition began to set in with the eldest nephew after eating a meager breakfast of 4 pieces of bacon, toast, eggs, fruit and 5 face-sized pancakes…the virus is called PTHD (pre-teen hunger disorder). That’s when the wheels completely fell off. The adult contingency weakened when the aunt was forced to powder her nose and make a few trips to the car (for what I presume to be a flask), I was promoted to alpha adult status. She came back to a table that would make a busboy shiver. Food covered the floor, juice painted the table in a glossy orange glow and napkins were strewn about the table. As a former food-service member I put our humpty dumpty table back together again and made our way to the front door…victory would be ours. I then saw panic fill my wife’s eyes.
She kept murmuring the word keys?!?! and frantically searched through everything: purse, diaper bag, waitress’ apron, fellow patrons bags, chef’s hats and under her chair (as if the keys had become part of some random door prize and were taped to the bottom of the chair). After being told multiple times it was my fault for losing them I calmly walked to the car and found the aforementioned keys sitting in the passenger’s seat. Relief filled the air and we were publicly allowed to take our signs off that said, “It’s our first day handling more than one kid”. Also left behind…our syrup + orange juice covered dignity.
Lesson learned: The easiest way to get a child’s attention. Sit down and look comfortable.
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