"Who is bills?"
Anna-Laura, in response to my sigh and "oh, more bills" after checking the mailbox. Cute.
"I want to be a princess, mommy!"
Clare, while we were watching some recaps of "the" wedding of Kate and William. I told her she was already one. "Daddy's!" she said.
"Blessed John Paul II."
Somehow in all the hullabaloo of the wedding, this beautiful beatification has gotten lost in the media vortex. You can bet I'll be getting my hiney out of bed on Sunday morning to see this one live. It reminded me of another royal/saint event. The weekend Princess Diana died, Mother Teresa also perished and it was overshadowed as well.
We have a busy, busy weekend ahead. Visits from the aunt/uncle/nephew (yea!!), lunch with friends, the Holy Family gala and a little yardwork. As always, make it a great weekend. I'll catch y'all on Monday. Oh, and I'll be guest blogging over at Catholic Mothers Online about the beatification. Link to come.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Easter Lessons
This Lent was really awesome. If you'll remember, I gave up social media (Facebook and Twitter), eating out and decided to write 40 notes of gratitude (give or take) during the Lenten season. How'd I fare?
Well, I'm blaming the stumble onto FB on my sweet Aggies. I logged on and posted four words I never thought I'd say, "Aggies are National Champions" and dadgumit if I didn't get called out on it. Talk about the Lent police. I stayed away from Twitter, though.
As a family, we gave up eating out and while we did eat out during our trek to San Antonio, as a family we held out until Monday. Chuy's was calling our name.
As for my 40 notes of gratitude, I didn't miss a day. I did forget to put postage on one and it got sent back, but I finally did get it back in the mail. I think it still counts, right?
What did I learn? Discipline, frugality and gratefulness.
At first social media detox was hard. I mean, I went from checking my accounts multiple times a day and posting updates / tweets daily to nothing. For a bit, I felt totally disconnected. Then I heard God chuckle as if to say, "Told ya." In the moments when I would usually be scrolling through my iPhone, I was listening to my kids or reading a quick daily devotional. I forgot my phone, a lot, during those 40 days. Now that Easter is here, while I'm enjoying catching up with friends, reading 40-day-old messages and posts, I found out that I didn't really *miss* anything.
The urge to eat out got tough on the days when everyone was tired and we had a full after-school schedule. But we did it. I actually made menus and cooked things I haven't made in YEARS. We ate great and got used to not eating out. The thing I feared I would dread the most - meal planning - turned out to be fun again. Trust me, there were some days when I dragged my not-so-happy hiney to the kitchen to cook. But as we were cleaning dishes and loading the dishwasher I felt accomplishment. Ultimately, I felt God present in our home because I knew what we were doing was honoring him. We were spending time together as a family.
Those notes. Wow, those notes. I didn't start out with a pre-determined list of people. I just wrote to someone who was on my heart that day. Somedays it was someone I'd known all my life, others to people I'd just met, a neighbor here, a high school classmate there, doctors, police officers, coaches and relatives. There was no rhyme or reason. The most unexpected part was getting a note in return. One, in particular, was from the OB who delivered Will. I'm telling you now, Dr. Teter hung the moon. His note back to me was completely unexpected and so awesome. Gratitude does do the heart good. It makes you complain less and be thankful more.
Ultimately, this Lent really helped soften and shape my heart. I still have a long way to go, but I'm getting there...
Well, I'm blaming the stumble onto FB on my sweet Aggies. I logged on and posted four words I never thought I'd say, "Aggies are National Champions" and dadgumit if I didn't get called out on it. Talk about the Lent police. I stayed away from Twitter, though.
As a family, we gave up eating out and while we did eat out during our trek to San Antonio, as a family we held out until Monday. Chuy's was calling our name.
As for my 40 notes of gratitude, I didn't miss a day. I did forget to put postage on one and it got sent back, but I finally did get it back in the mail. I think it still counts, right?
What did I learn? Discipline, frugality and gratefulness.
At first social media detox was hard. I mean, I went from checking my accounts multiple times a day and posting updates / tweets daily to nothing. For a bit, I felt totally disconnected. Then I heard God chuckle as if to say, "Told ya." In the moments when I would usually be scrolling through my iPhone, I was listening to my kids or reading a quick daily devotional. I forgot my phone, a lot, during those 40 days. Now that Easter is here, while I'm enjoying catching up with friends, reading 40-day-old messages and posts, I found out that I didn't really *miss* anything.
The urge to eat out got tough on the days when everyone was tired and we had a full after-school schedule. But we did it. I actually made menus and cooked things I haven't made in YEARS. We ate great and got used to not eating out. The thing I feared I would dread the most - meal planning - turned out to be fun again. Trust me, there were some days when I dragged my not-so-happy hiney to the kitchen to cook. But as we were cleaning dishes and loading the dishwasher I felt accomplishment. Ultimately, I felt God present in our home because I knew what we were doing was honoring him. We were spending time together as a family.
Those notes. Wow, those notes. I didn't start out with a pre-determined list of people. I just wrote to someone who was on my heart that day. Somedays it was someone I'd known all my life, others to people I'd just met, a neighbor here, a high school classmate there, doctors, police officers, coaches and relatives. There was no rhyme or reason. The most unexpected part was getting a note in return. One, in particular, was from the OB who delivered Will. I'm telling you now, Dr. Teter hung the moon. His note back to me was completely unexpected and so awesome. Gratitude does do the heart good. It makes you complain less and be thankful more.
Ultimately, this Lent really helped soften and shape my heart. I still have a long way to go, but I'm getting there...
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Top Ten: Easter Memories
We had a really great extended Easter weekend. The kids and Scott got out of school/work at noon on Thursday and didn't return until yesterday. Oh, yes. The time together was precious - slightly loud - but mostly awesome. Here's our weekend in ten.
Saturday: Friends in the 'Hood Hunt. 20 kids, whoa.
Saturday Night: Baking resurrection cookies. They were awesome! John Paul was "beating" the pecans as we read scripture and talked about the Roman guards beating Jesus.
Sunday Morning: 0730 Easter Mass. Yes, we went that early.
Sunday still morning :): Easter egg dying! Scott is the egg pro.
Sunday evening: The "hunt". This time the eggs had money (spare change), not candy. It got serious.
What a great weekend. It always goes by too quickly for this momma. But, the Easter season has just begun. We still have lots of weeks until "ordinary time" hits again. Can I get an Alleluia?!
What a great weekend. It always goes by too quickly for this momma. But, the Easter season has just begun. We still have lots of weeks until "ordinary time" hits again. Can I get an Alleluia?!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
NICU reunion and a river of tears
Palm Sunday weekend, we were able to enjoy some time with other preemies at the Seton Main NICU reunion in downtown Austin. Wow, 800 people attended. That's alot of miracles in one place.
We may have gotten there toward the tail end of the festivities, but we made up for it in energy. All the bigs, including Clare, beelined to the popsicles and then the bouncy house and slides with Scott in tow. Luke and I took refuge in the shade at the sand art table. It was quite lovely.
To our surprise, we ran into one of Luke's neonatologists (neo's) from Dell. Because Luke spent time at two NICUs, we have the privilege of attending not one, but TWO shindigs each year. And, because both hospitals are part of the Seton Family of Hospitals, we had many overlaps in neo's. Dr. Sharnberg is a very gentle, very genuine man. It was an honor to see him. He was interested in hearing about Luke's progress and it was quite cathartic to talk about it with someone who just understood all the lingo and who understood Luke's case through and through.
God bless those doctors and nurses. I know I've said it before, but they are amazing. They have become a permanent part of the fabric of our family. I feel like Luke's journey has woven this giant quilt, it has holes and perhaps a few mis-stitches, but it is gorgeous. Not because of its size, but because of all the unique and wonderful people we've met along the way. Dr. Sharnberg's piece of the quilt is quite precious to us.
We were happy as could be, playing in sand, eating treats and playing, when I struck up a conversation with one of the nurses. I was reminded that it was a weekend and the day shift nurses were working. Luke coded on a weekend day shift. At 6:30pm to be exact. The nurse with us through all of that drama was Bob. Bob just happened to be working.
On a whim, we asked one of the nurses if we could head up to the NICU and say hi. "Of course!" she replied. While Scott and the kids sat in the car, Luke and I trotted up to the 8th floor. That elevator dinged, the door opened and I was completely, 100% unprepared for the flood of emotion that was meeting me on the other side.
All of a sudden it was September 26, 2009 all over again.
The bench. That damn bench. I remember sitting on it, calling Scott on my cell and blubbering that he needed to come to the hospital because Luke was sick. Very, very sick.
Around the corner, I glanced at the nurse on the other side of the NICU window, pushed the button and asked to see Bob. My eyes caught something just behind her and I realized that a nurse was holding a baby in the same spot, in the same bay where Luke resided.
I had to turn around to hide my eyes filling with tears. I squeezed Luke a little harder. Just when I thought I might fall apart, the familiar "click" of the NICU door sounded and I turned to see Bob. It took him just a moment to remember and then I reminded him, "Luke Whitaker. NEC baby. We paged Dr. Wermer when we saw the blood in his diaper. He coded. Then we transported to Dell." Immediately it all came back to him, too. We both just looked at Luke for a moment in silence. We got Bob caught up on Luke's shenanigans, surgeries, setbacks and accomplishments. Luke played peek-a-boo and when it came time for pictures, Luke sat dutifully next to Bob.
There were so many things I wanted to say to Bob. "Thank you" just hardly seemed adequate. I think I just nodded, the familiar tears returned and he nodded. He understood.
This momma didn't realize just how hard it was going to be to head back to the NICU where it all started. I distinctly remember, as if it were yesterday (and there are many days when it feels like just that), walking out of the Seton NICU, with eyes so red, so bright with tears, for the last time. There wasn't a dry eye in Bay 2 on that warm September evening.
We have come so far. Yet, we still have so far to go. I am grateful for the journey and even more grateful that I have this sweet face to remind me just how deep love can go.
We may have gotten there toward the tail end of the festivities, but we made up for it in energy. All the bigs, including Clare, beelined to the popsicles and then the bouncy house and slides with Scott in tow. Luke and I took refuge in the shade at the sand art table. It was quite lovely.
To our surprise, we ran into one of Luke's neonatologists (neo's) from Dell. Because Luke spent time at two NICUs, we have the privilege of attending not one, but TWO shindigs each year. And, because both hospitals are part of the Seton Family of Hospitals, we had many overlaps in neo's. Dr. Sharnberg is a very gentle, very genuine man. It was an honor to see him. He was interested in hearing about Luke's progress and it was quite cathartic to talk about it with someone who just understood all the lingo and who understood Luke's case through and through.
God bless those doctors and nurses. I know I've said it before, but they are amazing. They have become a permanent part of the fabric of our family. I feel like Luke's journey has woven this giant quilt, it has holes and perhaps a few mis-stitches, but it is gorgeous. Not because of its size, but because of all the unique and wonderful people we've met along the way. Dr. Sharnberg's piece of the quilt is quite precious to us.
We were happy as could be, playing in sand, eating treats and playing, when I struck up a conversation with one of the nurses. I was reminded that it was a weekend and the day shift nurses were working. Luke coded on a weekend day shift. At 6:30pm to be exact. The nurse with us through all of that drama was Bob. Bob just happened to be working.
On a whim, we asked one of the nurses if we could head up to the NICU and say hi. "Of course!" she replied. While Scott and the kids sat in the car, Luke and I trotted up to the 8th floor. That elevator dinged, the door opened and I was completely, 100% unprepared for the flood of emotion that was meeting me on the other side.
All of a sudden it was September 26, 2009 all over again.
The bench. That damn bench. I remember sitting on it, calling Scott on my cell and blubbering that he needed to come to the hospital because Luke was sick. Very, very sick.
Around the corner, I glanced at the nurse on the other side of the NICU window, pushed the button and asked to see Bob. My eyes caught something just behind her and I realized that a nurse was holding a baby in the same spot, in the same bay where Luke resided.
I had to turn around to hide my eyes filling with tears. I squeezed Luke a little harder. Just when I thought I might fall apart, the familiar "click" of the NICU door sounded and I turned to see Bob. It took him just a moment to remember and then I reminded him, "Luke Whitaker. NEC baby. We paged Dr. Wermer when we saw the blood in his diaper. He coded. Then we transported to Dell." Immediately it all came back to him, too. We both just looked at Luke for a moment in silence. We got Bob caught up on Luke's shenanigans, surgeries, setbacks and accomplishments. Luke played peek-a-boo and when it came time for pictures, Luke sat dutifully next to Bob.
There were so many things I wanted to say to Bob. "Thank you" just hardly seemed adequate. I think I just nodded, the familiar tears returned and he nodded. He understood.
This momma didn't realize just how hard it was going to be to head back to the NICU where it all started. I distinctly remember, as if it were yesterday (and there are many days when it feels like just that), walking out of the Seton NICU, with eyes so red, so bright with tears, for the last time. There wasn't a dry eye in Bay 2 on that warm September evening.
We have come so far. Yet, we still have so far to go. I am grateful for the journey and even more grateful that I have this sweet face to remind me just how deep love can go.
Monday, April 25, 2011
How do you do it? HDYDI
I get that question. A lot. It's usually answered with an, "It depends on the day" or "I don't really know" or "One day at a time."
I remember many years ago, when Will was just an infant in my arms, attending a mom's group at my parish. Around that table sat many years of motherly wisdom. There were moms of 11 children, 6, 4, 3, 1 and everything in between. I'll never forget Debbie, the momma of 11, sharing with us the two pages of prayers her children said every day. It was then I thought to myself, sheez, I can't even do more than a Hail Mary or an Our Father and I only have one bambino.
Then it hit me. One day at a time. One baby at a time. One tradition at a time. One prayer at a time. One lesson of motherhood at a time.
I'm no longer the rookie mom. I don't need BabyCenter.com to send me the newsletters telling me what my 18-month-old should be doing this month, how to handle tantrums or potty train a stubborn toddler. I cancelled my subscription to Parents magazine long ago. Playgroup happens everyday at my house. I actually have learned some things along the way. But, I'm not too proud to realize when I need to reach out to an experienced mom and ask for her advice. There are many waters we have yet to discover: teenage years, high school, prom, first dates, driver's ed, college applications...Yes, lots of living left to do here. Praise the Lord, right?
Every Monday, I thought I'd share some advice, some life lessons I've learned, borrowed, stolen or created in hopes that it might help you. So, here goes...
HDYDI: CHORE CHARTS
We've always had a loose interpretation of a chore chart. It went like this:
Me: Will, did you take out the trash?
W: What? You asked me to take out what?
M: The trash, Will. Remember? I've asked 3 billion times in the last 2 minutes.
W: Huh, didn't hear you? Do I have to? [insert whine here]
M: Get your butt out to the trashcan and help out around the house young man.
W: But, Mom....[more whining, heavy sighing and bellyaching]
It got old. Fast. That, and I got tired of yelling. The kids got tired of it, too.
Enter, the best invention ever made. The Chore Chart. I got this nifty one from EM Tanner Designs. Yes, yes, you can be crafty and make your own. I was lazy. And this one was super de-duper cute.
Every Sunday evening, I fill in the chores assigned to each child. When they complete their chore, they get a check mark. If they don't do it or they do it with sass, they get an "X." If they get two or more "X's" in a week, that translates to no screen time on the weekend. No computer, no Wii, no iPhone, no TV. They don't get screen time during the week (unless they need the computer for school), so this is a BIG deal. Personally, I think every child should have chores, no matter how many you have in your household. It's the first small step in learning responsibility. I typically don't assign chores for Saturday because of the various activities we have going on and the only big Sunday chore is laundry.
Clare is usually paired with somebody to assist, so I'm not super hard on her. But, the school-age kids don't get any slack. For the most part, they do a great job of doing their chores. We've adjusted and tweaked it since we started the system back in January. Oh, and NO they do not get paid to do chores. We call them "Citizen of the Household" or "CoH" duties. It's just the tax you pay, living at home. We all have to pitch in and help. We are considering giving them a small allowance for above and beyond chores. But, that's another Monday HDYDI post, now isn't it?
So far our grade on the chore chart? Winner winner chicken dinner.
I remember many years ago, when Will was just an infant in my arms, attending a mom's group at my parish. Around that table sat many years of motherly wisdom. There were moms of 11 children, 6, 4, 3, 1 and everything in between. I'll never forget Debbie, the momma of 11, sharing with us the two pages of prayers her children said every day. It was then I thought to myself, sheez, I can't even do more than a Hail Mary or an Our Father and I only have one bambino.
Then it hit me. One day at a time. One baby at a time. One tradition at a time. One prayer at a time. One lesson of motherhood at a time.
I'm no longer the rookie mom. I don't need BabyCenter.com to send me the newsletters telling me what my 18-month-old should be doing this month, how to handle tantrums or potty train a stubborn toddler. I cancelled my subscription to Parents magazine long ago. Playgroup happens everyday at my house. I actually have learned some things along the way. But, I'm not too proud to realize when I need to reach out to an experienced mom and ask for her advice. There are many waters we have yet to discover: teenage years, high school, prom, first dates, driver's ed, college applications...Yes, lots of living left to do here. Praise the Lord, right?
Every Monday, I thought I'd share some advice, some life lessons I've learned, borrowed, stolen or created in hopes that it might help you. So, here goes...
HDYDI: CHORE CHARTS
We've always had a loose interpretation of a chore chart. It went like this:
Me: Will, did you take out the trash?
W: What? You asked me to take out what?
M: The trash, Will. Remember? I've asked 3 billion times in the last 2 minutes.
W: Huh, didn't hear you? Do I have to? [insert whine here]
M: Get your butt out to the trashcan and help out around the house young man.
W: But, Mom....[more whining, heavy sighing and bellyaching]
It got old. Fast. That, and I got tired of yelling. The kids got tired of it, too.
Enter, the best invention ever made. The Chore Chart. I got this nifty one from EM Tanner Designs. Yes, yes, you can be crafty and make your own. I was lazy. And this one was super de-duper cute.
Every Sunday evening, I fill in the chores assigned to each child. When they complete their chore, they get a check mark. If they don't do it or they do it with sass, they get an "X." If they get two or more "X's" in a week, that translates to no screen time on the weekend. No computer, no Wii, no iPhone, no TV. They don't get screen time during the week (unless they need the computer for school), so this is a BIG deal. Personally, I think every child should have chores, no matter how many you have in your household. It's the first small step in learning responsibility. I typically don't assign chores for Saturday because of the various activities we have going on and the only big Sunday chore is laundry.
Clare is usually paired with somebody to assist, so I'm not super hard on her. But, the school-age kids don't get any slack. For the most part, they do a great job of doing their chores. We've adjusted and tweaked it since we started the system back in January. Oh, and NO they do not get paid to do chores. We call them "Citizen of the Household" or "CoH" duties. It's just the tax you pay, living at home. We all have to pitch in and help. We are considering giving them a small allowance for above and beyond chores. But, that's another Monday HDYDI post, now isn't it?
So far our grade on the chore chart? Winner winner chicken dinner.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
He is Risen! Alleluia! Alleluia!
From our house to yours...
HAPPY EASTER!
with sweet cousin Ava!
Will did a fantastic job during his first "official" Mass as an altar server!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Holy Saturday
Today should be tons of fun. Some neighbors are gathering for a little brunch and Easter egg hunt. Can I just say again how much we love our neighborhood? Yes, I can.
I suspect we'll spend the rest of the day resting, spending time as a family and preparing for the big celebration tomorrow. Easter is almost here!
On Saturday evening, just after dinner, we whip up a batch of Resurrection Cookies. The kids talk about these all year long. It is such an AWESOME way to teach children about the crucifixtion using mediums they understand...food!
Resurrection Cookies
Ingredients:
1 c. whole pecans
1 tsp. vinegar
3 egg whites
Pinch of salt
1 c. sugar
Supplies:
Zipper baggie
Wooden spoon
Tape
Bible
Wax paper
Preheat oven to 300 F. Place pecans in a zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break into small pieces (set aside). Explain that after Jesus was arrested he was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Read John 19:1-3. Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp. vinegar into mixing bowl. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30.
Add egg whites to vinegar. Eggs represent life. Explain that Jesus gave His life to give us life. Read John 10:10-11. Sprinkle a little salt into each child’s hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus’ followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23:27.
So far, the ingredients are not very appetizing. Add 1 c. sugar. Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us. He wants us to know and belong to Him. Read Psalm 34:8 and John 3:16.
Beat with a mixer on high speed for 12-15 minutes, until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents the purity in God’s eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3. Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto a wax paper covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus’ body was laid. Read Matthew 27:57-60.
Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus’ tomb was sealed. Read Matthew 27:65-66.
GO TO BED! Explain that they may feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus’ followers were in despair when the tomb was sealed. Read John 16:20, 22.
On Resurrection morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Resurrection Day Jesus’ followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty. Read Matthew 28:1-9.
I suspect we'll spend the rest of the day resting, spending time as a family and preparing for the big celebration tomorrow. Easter is almost here!
On Saturday evening, just after dinner, we whip up a batch of Resurrection Cookies. The kids talk about these all year long. It is such an AWESOME way to teach children about the crucifixtion using mediums they understand...food!
Resurrection Cookies
Ingredients:
1 c. whole pecans
1 tsp. vinegar
3 egg whites
Pinch of salt
1 c. sugar
Supplies:
Zipper baggie
Wooden spoon
Tape
Bible
Wax paper
Preheat oven to 300 F. Place pecans in a zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break into small pieces (set aside). Explain that after Jesus was arrested he was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Read John 19:1-3. Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp. vinegar into mixing bowl. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30.
Add egg whites to vinegar. Eggs represent life. Explain that Jesus gave His life to give us life. Read John 10:10-11. Sprinkle a little salt into each child’s hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus’ followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23:27.
So far, the ingredients are not very appetizing. Add 1 c. sugar. Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us. He wants us to know and belong to Him. Read Psalm 34:8 and John 3:16.
Beat with a mixer on high speed for 12-15 minutes, until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents the purity in God’s eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3. Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto a wax paper covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus’ body was laid. Read Matthew 27:57-60.
Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus’ tomb was sealed. Read Matthew 27:65-66.
GO TO BED! Explain that they may feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus’ followers were in despair when the tomb was sealed. Read John 16:20, 22.
On Resurrection morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Resurrection Day Jesus’ followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty. Read Matthew 28:1-9.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Good Friday
Last year, we tried something a little different and our plan is to do it again this year.
Friday morning we usually start with hard labor. Because Scott works for the Catholic Church, he always gets Good Friday and Holy Monday off work. Little perk for working for God. At any rate, it's always the weekend we get things done in the yard and spend some quality time together as a family, sweating and and working hard. Just before noon we clean up and eat lunch and after putting the littles down for naps, the "period of silence" begins at noon and lasts until 3pm. We fast from all technology and the kids either draw pictures of the crucifixtion, read a holy book or simply be quiet. We whisper and we reflect. According to scripture, Jesus hung on the cross during those three hours. Quite honestly, those must be the darkest three hours of history.
Scott and I have discussed watching "The Passion" with the kids, but we both still think they're too young. It was hard for me to watch and I was in my 30s the first time I saw it! It takes a great deal of maturity to process that and we want to make sure our children are ready.
Tonight, I'll take the bigs to Good Friday services. During the service, the main focus is the veneration of the cross. In other words, we show respect to the place (symbol) where Jesus was crucified. It's usually a very reflective and emotional time for me.
Easter is almost here...
Friday morning we usually start with hard labor. Because Scott works for the Catholic Church, he always gets Good Friday and Holy Monday off work. Little perk for working for God. At any rate, it's always the weekend we get things done in the yard and spend some quality time together as a family, sweating and and working hard. Just before noon we clean up and eat lunch and after putting the littles down for naps, the "period of silence" begins at noon and lasts until 3pm. We fast from all technology and the kids either draw pictures of the crucifixtion, read a holy book or simply be quiet. We whisper and we reflect. According to scripture, Jesus hung on the cross during those three hours. Quite honestly, those must be the darkest three hours of history.
Scott and I have discussed watching "The Passion" with the kids, but we both still think they're too young. It was hard for me to watch and I was in my 30s the first time I saw it! It takes a great deal of maturity to process that and we want to make sure our children are ready.
Tonight, I'll take the bigs to Good Friday services. During the service, the main focus is the veneration of the cross. In other words, we show respect to the place (symbol) where Jesus was crucified. It's usually a very reflective and emotional time for me.
Easter is almost here...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
4th Graders are Awesome
Well, to be even more specific, the fourth graders at my childrens' school are awesome. Today, they reenacted the events that took place in the Garden of Gethsemane, with a twist. They did the reenactment from the perspective of the disciples, showing what they might've been dreaming about during the hours when Jesus had asked them to pray.
The disciples dreamed of parables and the fourth graders did a beautiful job of showing reverence and humility. 400 children sat quietly for an entire half hour. It was really touching. I was certainly very proud of Will, who served as a narrator. This morning I was given another reminder of why we choose to send our children to Catholic schools.
Thanks to Marisa for taking such lovely photos. My camera was sitting on the washing machine at home. Perfect place for it, don't ya think?
The disciples dreamed of parables and the fourth graders did a beautiful job of showing reverence and humility. 400 children sat quietly for an entire half hour. It was really touching. I was certainly very proud of Will, who served as a narrator. This morning I was given another reminder of why we choose to send our children to Catholic schools.
Thanks to Marisa for taking such lovely photos. My camera was sitting on the washing machine at home. Perfect place for it, don't ya think?
Holy (Maundy) Thursday
Oh, I don't know about you, but this week just feels different. Mostly in a good way. I have so many blog posts floating around in my noggin. So many crazy, wonderful, heart-changing things have happened in the last week. I find that as no coincidence.
Next week. Next week.
Today is all about the foot washing and the Last Supper. Two years ago, I wrote about a family tradition we started. We've kept it up and I am already tearing up thinking about doing it again with the kids tonight. This year will be a little different in that the bigs will go to Mass with Scott while I keep the littles at home after the foot washing. As happy as I'll be when we can all attend Mass together, I will also be sad. So very, very sad. It's mighty hard to close a chapter, isn't it?
Make tonight holy for your family. It all starts at home.
Next week. Next week.
Today is all about the foot washing and the Last Supper. Two years ago, I wrote about a family tradition we started. We've kept it up and I am already tearing up thinking about doing it again with the kids tonight. This year will be a little different in that the bigs will go to Mass with Scott while I keep the littles at home after the foot washing. As happy as I'll be when we can all attend Mass together, I will also be sad. So very, very sad. It's mighty hard to close a chapter, isn't it?
Make tonight holy for your family. It all starts at home.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Top Ten: Radio Silence
I'm skipping the top ten this week as we enjoy Holy Week. I'll be posting about Holy Thursday (or Maundy Thursday as some call it), Good Friday and Holy Saturday later in the week!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Chrism Mass
Tuesday marks a big day in the Catholic Church. During the Chrism Mass, every priest in our diocese renews his priestly vows and all the oils used throughout the year (baptism, confirmation and annointing of the sick) are blessed and distributed.
If you have never been to this Mass, I highly recommend going. Unless, of course, you have littles. Then stay away - far away. It's not the shortest of Masses and you'll enjoy it WAY more without little people dragging you to the back, to the bathroom and to the nearest black hole. This year's Mass will be held at St. William Catholic Church in Round Rock at 10:30am. Word to the wise, get there early for a seat.
At our house, Scott will be the only one attending this Mass. But, we do plan on having a small activity to explain the vows our priests take, along with the meaning of all the oils.
If you're not Catholic and wondering WHAT IS UP with Holy Week, I totally think you should click HERE. I dig Busted Halo, not just because they're one of my clients, but because they are awesome evangelists. You go Paulist Fathers. If you have XM, the Catholic Channel is 117 and The Busted Halo Show with Fr. Dave Dwyer airs every night from 7-10pm EST. Take a listen. If for nothing else than just to listen to Fr. Dave's laugh. So contagious.
If you have never been to this Mass, I highly recommend going. Unless, of course, you have littles. Then stay away - far away. It's not the shortest of Masses and you'll enjoy it WAY more without little people dragging you to the back, to the bathroom and to the nearest black hole. This year's Mass will be held at St. William Catholic Church in Round Rock at 10:30am. Word to the wise, get there early for a seat.
At our house, Scott will be the only one attending this Mass. But, we do plan on having a small activity to explain the vows our priests take, along with the meaning of all the oils.
If you're not Catholic and wondering WHAT IS UP with Holy Week, I totally think you should click HERE. I dig Busted Halo, not just because they're one of my clients, but because they are awesome evangelists. You go Paulist Fathers. If you have XM, the Catholic Channel is 117 and The Busted Halo Show with Fr. Dave Dwyer airs every night from 7-10pm EST. Take a listen. If for nothing else than just to listen to Fr. Dave's laugh. So contagious.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Holy Week Has Begun
Or, as Scott says, "The week when you find out just how much you love the Catholic Church" has arrived. I'll be posting things throughout the week, although technically the computer will be posting them as I'll be signing off on Tuesday until Easter Sunday. Gotta love technology.
I had the honor of lectoring at the Palm Sunday Mass this weekend. I'm glad we divide the readings among four of us, otherwise, I would've broken down in tears. The Passion of the Christ is moving and touching and humbling - not because it is so eloquently written (even though it is) - but because it is real.
Believe it or not, I'm having a difficult time putting into words how much Holy Week means to me as a mom, wife and Christian woman. Perhaps it's because I identify most with Jesus' mother, Mary. Seeing her son in pain must've been physically excruciating. To see him mocked, condemned, beaten and bleeding. What must that have done to her heart?
As we enter into the holiest of weeks I hope you've taken the opportunity to make it count for something. Yes, Easter Sunday will be grand. There will be shouts of Alleluia and white lilies and pretty dresses and hats. He will be risen. But before we get there, prepare your heart. Prepare your soul for the agony and the betrayal and the sacrifice.
Our 40 days of sacrifice are almost at an end.
I had the honor of lectoring at the Palm Sunday Mass this weekend. I'm glad we divide the readings among four of us, otherwise, I would've broken down in tears. The Passion of the Christ is moving and touching and humbling - not because it is so eloquently written (even though it is) - but because it is real.
Believe it or not, I'm having a difficult time putting into words how much Holy Week means to me as a mom, wife and Christian woman. Perhaps it's because I identify most with Jesus' mother, Mary. Seeing her son in pain must've been physically excruciating. To see him mocked, condemned, beaten and bleeding. What must that have done to her heart?
As we enter into the holiest of weeks I hope you've taken the opportunity to make it count for something. Yes, Easter Sunday will be grand. There will be shouts of Alleluia and white lilies and pretty dresses and hats. He will be risen. But before we get there, prepare your heart. Prepare your soul for the agony and the betrayal and the sacrifice.
Our 40 days of sacrifice are almost at an end.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Happy Baptismal Anniversary JP
Seven years ago today was a pretty sweet day. Happy baptismal anniversary, John Paul. I sure can't imagine life without you. And, God bless your amazing Godparents, Gachia and Vince!!
Swim Lessons / Lifeguarding
And so the season has begun. Last summer, we lucked upon a really fantastic teacher, Haley Whatley. She held lessons in her backyard and did a beautiful job teaching my older three the fundamentals of swimming and perfecting their strokes. Haley has been a swim instructor and lifeguard at the Northwest YMCA of Austin since 2006. Presently, she is a senior Art/Spanish major at Texas Tech University (hey, they can't all be Aggies!). She speaks Spanish (awesome)! I was impressed with her patience, her fun approach to teaching the fundamentals and her graciousness. If you're looking for a great teacher, give Haley a call.
CERTIFICATIONS:
Certified Lifeguard/Waterpark Lifeguard
Red Cross CPR/AED
Oxygen Administration
First Aid, Waterpark Upgrade
Red Cross Water Safety Instructor*
She is also available to lifeguard private parties, just contact her for rates.
CLASSES
30 min private/40 min semi-private swim lessons for children.
Private lessons
5 lessons ($75); 8 - ($112); 12 - ($156)
Semi-private
2 students/5 lessons ($70 per student); 2/8 ($104); 2/12 ($144).
3 students/5 lessons ($65 per student); 3/8 ($96); 3/12 ($132)
Tuition is due in full the first day of class.
CLASS TIMES / DATES
9am-1pm Monday-Thursday, beginning June 6, 2011
6pm-8pm Monday-Thursday, beginning June 6, 2011
**all classes must be finished by 8 for safety reasons **
contact me for special scheduling
LOCATION (it's just down the street from the old St. William's church building)
1400 Lime Rock Dr.
Round Rock, TX 78681
Easily accessible from Mo-Pac, I-35, and 620
There are no refunds for missed lessons. If you want a make-up lesson, you must call and cancel 24 hrs. prior.
TO REGISTER
(512) 484-9511
h.whatley@ttu.edu
CERTIFICATIONS:
Certified Lifeguard/Waterpark Lifeguard
Red Cross CPR/AED
Oxygen Administration
First Aid, Waterpark Upgrade
Red Cross Water Safety Instructor*
She is also available to lifeguard private parties, just contact her for rates.
CLASSES
30 min private/40 min semi-private swim lessons for children.
Private lessons
5 lessons ($75); 8 - ($112); 12 - ($156)
Semi-private
2 students/5 lessons ($70 per student); 2/8 ($104); 2/12 ($144).
3 students/5 lessons ($65 per student); 3/8 ($96); 3/12 ($132)
Tuition is due in full the first day of class.
CLASS TIMES / DATES
9am-1pm Monday-Thursday, beginning June 6, 2011
6pm-8pm Monday-Thursday, beginning June 6, 2011
**all classes must be finished by 8 for safety reasons **
contact me for special scheduling
LOCATION (it's just down the street from the old St. William's church building)
1400 Lime Rock Dr.
Round Rock, TX 78681
Easily accessible from Mo-Pac, I-35, and 620
There are no refunds for missed lessons. If you want a make-up lesson, you must call and cancel 24 hrs. prior.
TO REGISTER
(512) 484-9511
h.whatley@ttu.edu
Friday, April 15, 2011
QOTW: April 15, 2011
"I bopped 'til I dropped, Mom."
Clare after dance class last week. That girl and her quotes. Love 'em.
"Hide! Hide! Hide!"
Luke, as soon as Scott arrives home every night. He beelines to the closet to "hide" so Scott can find him.
"You are so mean."
Will, in response to me making him do his homework. Yes, son, I'm evil. Just wait until you're in middle school. Oh, the horror.
We have an awesome weekend ahead. Dinner with sweet friends here at the house, a spa day with my mom and SIL tomorrow, Luke's second NICU reunion from his first hospital (I know, confusing. Explanation on Monday), an Aggie Catholic get together, Mass and some yard work. Whew. That's a lotta crazy.
Today Luke got measured for his foot braces. I was a little leary about taking the kids, but they proved to be a great distraction. Pics and stories next week. Until then, make it a great weekend!
Oh, and a new "I hope this is a regular feature" series debuts on the blog next Monday. Fun, fun!
Clare after dance class last week. That girl and her quotes. Love 'em.
"Hide! Hide! Hide!"
Luke, as soon as Scott arrives home every night. He beelines to the closet to "hide" so Scott can find him.
"You are so mean."
Will, in response to me making him do his homework. Yes, son, I'm evil. Just wait until you're in middle school. Oh, the horror.
We have an awesome weekend ahead. Dinner with sweet friends here at the house, a spa day with my mom and SIL tomorrow, Luke's second NICU reunion from his first hospital (I know, confusing. Explanation on Monday), an Aggie Catholic get together, Mass and some yard work. Whew. That's a lotta crazy.
Today Luke got measured for his foot braces. I was a little leary about taking the kids, but they proved to be a great distraction. Pics and stories next week. Until then, make it a great weekend!
Oh, and a new "I hope this is a regular feature" series debuts on the blog next Monday. Fun, fun!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Toe, Toe, Tap, Tap
The girls had their "Parent Observation Week" at dance class this week. That was a whole lotta cute pink tutus.
Because sibs can't come (which I think is awesome, btw) Scott and I split duties. He took ALG and I took Clare Bear. The ALG report is that she's doing fabulously. She may not live up to her middle name of Grace at home, but she does show it on the dance floor. My, my. My sweet little girl is growing up before my eyes.
I can hardly wait for the big recital in May! Keep dancing pretty girls.
Because sibs can't come (which I think is awesome, btw) Scott and I split duties. He took ALG and I took Clare Bear. The ALG report is that she's doing fabulously. She may not live up to her middle name of Grace at home, but she does show it on the dance floor. My, my. My sweet little girl is growing up before my eyes.
ALG, circa 2008
Look at her now!
And then Clare hit the dance floor. She had a total blast, smiling the entire time. While other kids cried, she just smiled and patted them on the back, telling them it would be ok. She is a bundle of enthusiasm and I couldn't help but get a little nostalgic as I saw her running and twirling around the room with wand in hand. I think it's settled, she is at my favorite age. Can I bottle her and keep her here forever? I am so excited to have her at home one more year before she flutters off to school.
I can hardly wait for the big recital in May! Keep dancing pretty girls.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Top Ten: VEISHEA Love
Once upon a time, Scott and I were both graduate students at Iowa State University, living on NOTHING and eating PB&J everyday for lunch. It was the best.
This week and through the weekend, Iowa State celebrates the infamous VEISHEA. The name coined after the five original colleges (Veterinary Medicine, Engineering, Industrial Science, Home Economics and Agriculture). I have a special place in my heart for this tradition. A feller named Ben Dohrmann and I served as the General Co-Chairs of the event way back in 1998. The year before that, I served as the Special Events Co-Chair and learned about all things Cyclone.
The story goes like this. Texas Aggie girl and her new husband move five states away to Iowa. She longs to "get involved", it's in her DNA. So, in between serving as a Teaching Assistant for a senior-level agriculture elective, writing her thesis and being a newlywed, she decides to apply for a committee on campus. It's supposed to be a big deal. Who knew? She spelled VEISHA wrong (leaving out that pesky second "E") on her application, but the general co-chairs, Daniel and Steph, had mercy on her and invited her onboard anyway. She had the time of her life. They made fun of her accent, but by the end of the year, the entire executive committee wanted to know more about Aggieland. The next year, she decided, 'Hey, I still have ALL sorts of free time on my hands, why not?' and so she applied to chair the entire event. The interview team said 'yes' and she and Ben made history.
VEISHEA 1998, "A Time for Change," came on the heels of rampant rioting and a horrible death of a young man, all blamed on this tradition. VEISHEA is steeped in history, Presidents Truman and Johnson once lit the VEISHEA torch. Every kid growing up in Iowa knows about the VEISHEA Parade and more than 75,000 people attend. The "Stars Over VEISHEA" play is legendary. There are sporting events, concerts, a Taste of VEISHEA, thousands of cherry pies made by students (they are seriously good), comedians, open houses all over campus, food tents...every square inch of campus is dominated by a truly fantastic showcase of the university. It's as good as its gets.
For you non-Iowans and fellow Aggies, think A&M Parent's Weekend, The Big Event, Midnight Yell Practice, Bonfire, Elephant Walk, a football game and a Tim McGraw concert - all on the same weekend. That's what I got myself signed up for. That, and the fact that if the event didn't go off well (meaning low arrests, no riots and no bad press), the President of the University would cancel the whole thing. Forever.
Ben and I spent countless hours in meetings with the President and Vice President of Student Affairs, the Government of the Student Body, athletic coaches and campus student leaders. We logged many an hour on Iowa radio stations touting the "change" and penned lots of articles and op/ed pieces (with the help of the awesome university communications staff) on our vision for the tradition. It was a turning point in VEISHEA history and the two of us were honored and humbled to have been a part of it all. Most definitely, that year prepared me well for life after college. What we were dealing with was real world. And we had the time of our lives.
Poor Ben, he learned more Aggie traditions and could quite possibly sing the "Aggie War Hymn" by the end of that year. I still keep in touch with several members of our Exec Team and the university and community officials we were privileged to meet. It was one of those life-changing events. Scott just hung back and enjoyed the ride - well, that, and some pretty awesome seats at the parade.
Sorry for being so chatty. Just reminiscing a bit, I think. I'm really hoping we can get up to Iowa SOON to show our kids what an awesome place Iowa is. After all, it's where "Scott & Kathryn" first began!
TOP TEN: FAVORITE VEISHEA MEMORIES
Ok, sue me. I have 13.
We'll be back soon, State. I promise!!
This week and through the weekend, Iowa State celebrates the infamous VEISHEA. The name coined after the five original colleges (Veterinary Medicine, Engineering, Industrial Science, Home Economics and Agriculture). I have a special place in my heart for this tradition. A feller named Ben Dohrmann and I served as the General Co-Chairs of the event way back in 1998. The year before that, I served as the Special Events Co-Chair and learned about all things Cyclone.
The story goes like this. Texas Aggie girl and her new husband move five states away to Iowa. She longs to "get involved", it's in her DNA. So, in between serving as a Teaching Assistant for a senior-level agriculture elective, writing her thesis and being a newlywed, she decides to apply for a committee on campus. It's supposed to be a big deal. Who knew? She spelled VEISHA wrong (leaving out that pesky second "E") on her application, but the general co-chairs, Daniel and Steph, had mercy on her and invited her onboard anyway. She had the time of her life. They made fun of her accent, but by the end of the year, the entire executive committee wanted to know more about Aggieland. The next year, she decided, 'Hey, I still have ALL sorts of free time on my hands, why not?' and so she applied to chair the entire event. The interview team said 'yes' and she and Ben made history.
VEISHEA 1998, "A Time for Change," came on the heels of rampant rioting and a horrible death of a young man, all blamed on this tradition. VEISHEA is steeped in history, Presidents Truman and Johnson once lit the VEISHEA torch. Every kid growing up in Iowa knows about the VEISHEA Parade and more than 75,000 people attend. The "Stars Over VEISHEA" play is legendary. There are sporting events, concerts, a Taste of VEISHEA, thousands of cherry pies made by students (they are seriously good), comedians, open houses all over campus, food tents...every square inch of campus is dominated by a truly fantastic showcase of the university. It's as good as its gets.
For you non-Iowans and fellow Aggies, think A&M Parent's Weekend, The Big Event, Midnight Yell Practice, Bonfire, Elephant Walk, a football game and a Tim McGraw concert - all on the same weekend. That's what I got myself signed up for. That, and the fact that if the event didn't go off well (meaning low arrests, no riots and no bad press), the President of the University would cancel the whole thing. Forever.
Ben and I spent countless hours in meetings with the President and Vice President of Student Affairs, the Government of the Student Body, athletic coaches and campus student leaders. We logged many an hour on Iowa radio stations touting the "change" and penned lots of articles and op/ed pieces (with the help of the awesome university communications staff) on our vision for the tradition. It was a turning point in VEISHEA history and the two of us were honored and humbled to have been a part of it all. Most definitely, that year prepared me well for life after college. What we were dealing with was real world. And we had the time of our lives.
Poor Ben, he learned more Aggie traditions and could quite possibly sing the "Aggie War Hymn" by the end of that year. I still keep in touch with several members of our Exec Team and the university and community officials we were privileged to meet. It was one of those life-changing events. Scott just hung back and enjoyed the ride - well, that, and some pretty awesome seats at the parade.
Sorry for being so chatty. Just reminiscing a bit, I think. I'm really hoping we can get up to Iowa SOON to show our kids what an awesome place Iowa is. After all, it's where "Scott & Kathryn" first began!
TOP TEN: FAVORITE VEISHEA MEMORIES
Ok, sue me. I have 13.
A few of us with the Lt. Gov. of Iowa. I loved that it was so totally different than visiting the Texas Capitol. It was great fun.
The 1998-1998 Exec Committee. My, my aren't we a handsome bunch?
Scott and I participating in Mass Campaniling (well, ok, this was AFTER). Think Midnight Yell Practice when the lights go out. We felt right at home.
Enjoying a sneak peek of Stars Over VEISHEA at CY Stephens Auditorium.
What a fun surprise to run into our priest from St. Cecilia, Fr. Terry, and Deacon Bro. Randy Kin at the Taste of VEISHEA. I'm telling you, everybody comes to this thing!
Yup. That's SNL's Kevin Nealon. Hey, in 1998 he was the bomb. He headlined our "Dew the Rec" comedy night, sponsored by Mountain Dew.
Ben and I at VEISHEA headquarters, the fire station on Welch. I'm pretty sure this picture was taken at like 3am. Daniel and Steph, the previous year's co-chairs, stopped by to give us some "moral support."
Oh, this is my favorite photo. Ever. Me + Lake Laverne = True Love. What a gorgeous way to start our busy Saturday. Later, the tournaments folks tore it up with some awesome canoe races.
The parade!! Ben and I got to throw candy. I was giddy seeing all those kids screaming for sugar.
My mom made it up for the celebration. We had such a good time.
Ben and I with the lead singer of Tonic; they headlined a rocking concert over in Hilton Coliseum. Back then, I could've told you all their names. Today, I had to search Google to see if they're still around. Indeed, they are.
The infamous women's basketball coach, Coach Fennelly. He's still at State, still taking the women to the big dance every year. What an AWESOME man.
Ah, the "dunking." Let me just say this. Wow, that water froze my hiney off. But, it's a tradition. Now, I can say I've officially been thrown in the fountain, just like my husband :)
We'll be back soon, State. I promise!!
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