December 24, 2015
Advent week 3. Time really slips away. It's a good thing the Church gives us all this time to prepare ourselves for Christmas!
Just in time for the hot chocolate scene! A cozy way to spend the evening.
Then we had a birthday on Friday. It was a simple celebration. The man blew out candles in a bun because we had lots of cookies to eat. The intent was that we would do the big deal with Ken's parents the next day.
But! Instead, Ken didn't get a party at all. What we thought was going to be a routine visit to the Urgent Care for one of the boys turned into an overnight stay at Children's complete with IV antibiotics and all. Whew! Not how we would've thought we'd spend the Saturday before Christmas. Thankfully, the infection that had spread from an abscess quickly resolved before it became something more serious.
December 23, 2015
Advent Week 2 started off with St. Nicholas Day. A namesake day and a feast day all in one.
Is there a better way to start the day than chocolate in your pajamas? Probably not!
We also decorated our tree on this day. Always a mix of fun and chaos!
So many rich and diverse Feasts to celebrate. I love it!
December 11, 2015
So, the first week of Advent... busy and yet, uneventful in it's own way! Who blogs about the first week of Advent, anyway? Well, I guess I do.
Of course, Advent starts coming off a pie high and weekend full of shopping and flung us straight into colds/coughs/maybe pneumonia/maybe not so ... let's stay home from Friday co-op where I had the below art project all planned out for class. I was excited to try it and then we did. (Directions can be found here.)
The weekend brought the annual trip to the tree farm. Insert abysmal attempt at group photo here. Don't look so miserable, people! It wasn't even cold!
These three found the perfect tree. And they would have cut it down, too, if I hadn't confiscated that saw in time.
Insert group photo with tree that is goofy but hey, they look alive! Then, it was off to hot chocolate, popcorn, and putting the tree up in the family room before the Christmas parade.
Group photo at the parade. They look like they need....sugar. Good thing the peppermint sticks will rain like manna from the sky.
Ears in fingers every time the police cars or fire engines go by!
Home for dinner and a movie while Dad ran out to the store for St. Nick treats (oops!). Off to bed and the stockings hung by the chimney with care.....
November 25, 2015
Last Tuesday, I went in for a routine ultrasound. I didn't have a good feeling going into the appointment as I had suddenly stopped feeling nauseous the week before.
My feelings were justified when I saw two sweet babies and no heartbeats. One measuring 9w1d and one measuring 7w5d.
I'll be honest, I left the appointment in disbelief and praying for a miracle. The ultrasound tech was so flustered herself, I had a lot of unanswered questions and doubts. I went home and broke the news to the kids and began asking people to pray that the ultrasound (abdominal) was wrong. I said , who needs a push for canonization?? Fulton Sheen and Mother Theresa (who I've mentioned is very special to me)! Of course, those two will be canonized in their own time but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.
With the miscarriage of Frances earlier this year, I was prepared for it. Being surprised by twins (I had no idea) and finding out there were no heartbeats all at once was doubly devastating. Oh how I would have loved two babies! I had already been dreaming of kissing sweet baby cheeks.
A follow up ultrasound on Friday confirmed that there were no heartbeats. By this time, I was thankful for the closure. The babies were born on Monday the 23rd.
As a cute antidote.... Peter has called this baby" Speedmotor from the very beginning. Speedmotor sometimes called dad before he left for work and even sometimes sent "presents". So we are very affectionately naming one of the babies Benedict Fulton Speedmotor and one Catherine Theresa.
(found on EWTN here).
My Lord, the baby is dead!
Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?
“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.
You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”
I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity.
-- Mother M. Angelica
November 20, 2015
The fourth weekend of October, we went camping with some friends to the Smoky Mountains. The week before was tumultuous. Our friends had a death in the family, Ken was out of town (actually, out of the country), Nick had just dislocated his wrist the week before, there were many other small setbacks that made us think--are we crazy to consider still going???
I'm glad we did. The weather was beautiful (the forecast predicted a wash-out) except for the last day.
We made a big mistake the first day. We got into the campsite somewhere around 1 in the morning Saturday morning (after a later than intended start Friday afternoon, plus a delay for a popped tire for our friends). By the time we'd all set up and finally climbed into bed it was sometime after 3am. Of course, everyone still woke up at 7 am with the sun just like normal.
So, Saturday afternoon, we decided to go for a hike. A 4.2 mile hike. A 4.2 mile hike with tired kids and a very rocky, rooty trail. (Honestly, the trail was awful it was so rocky and rooty). About 3/4 of a mile in, Carrie was in full on meltdown mode yet wouldn't ride in the backpack. Then Nick fell, tripping over a root. And hurt his GOOD wrist. I think he really just freaked himself out. He refused to go any further.
So after trudging on for another 1/4 mi, Ken decided to turn back and take those two the the car while the rest of us carried on.
After Mass on Sunday, we did a motor trail and then picked a hiking trail off of that. Perfect for little people who needed a quick nap!
It was the perfect little diversion for the three of us. A cabin and outbuildings to explore. Access the the creek to make dams in and throw rocks.