Wednesday, December 16, 2009
...my sweet husband came home from a 12 hour work day and let me walk right past him, out the door to dinner with a dear friend. Our visit left me bubbling with energy, because...
...there's nothing like a good long conversation with someone you've been missing, who understands you better than most anyone. I needed it, because...
...life is hectic and burn-out is in my midst. But I'm going to beat it before it beats me, because...
...my life rocks and I know it. For instance, I just got done baking pastries for a Christmas party tomorrow, and I can type this post guilt free, without waking up to a mess in the kitchen, because...
...at this very moment a machine is washing all my dirty dishes for me! Thank you Mr. Smith, for an awesome early Christmas present, my very first dishwasher ever. Signing off...because...
...it's past my bedtime!!!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
that bring perspective.
The open wounds on my heart,
forever gaping, vulnerable,
as with no other earthly phenomenon.
Seven of them,
forever imprinted on my soul.
For the gratitude,
that would otherwise go unknown,
and instead envelopes my being.
For the humility,
at knowing Who gives.
Not a loss of control,
but a giving away of it.
A release of power, to the One with answers.
to my small being, without them.
As I know,
it is His will.
and the hope of forever.
And the chance to help forever come,
to those who look to me.
That I might lead them,
and then push them ahead,
far beyond my own faith,
and then follow them.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I'm not enjoying the changes of my childrens' names. It's difficult to write about them when I have to check the sidebar to remember who is who.
It feels like I'm writing about another family. It's weird.
Is it the right thing to?
It just might take some getting used to, so I'll try.
I think it'll be worth the effort.
Also, how cute is my new widget? Who knew my baby was the size of a lime?! I would have guessed he was the size of Manhattan, given the havoc he's wreaking on my body. :o)
But so worth it.
And a new house besides? New, as in the actually quite old, inadequately sized for our growing family, temporary but necessary roof we currently have over our heads. The one that's going to allow us to save and plan for our next home (dream home?) to come at some point in the next 12 to 120 months.
Also worth it.
The only constant is change, right? I sure am not bored. Change is good.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
It had to do with my children, and it happened at a park we've been to a hundred times.
It got me thinking.
Since the beginning of this blog, I've considered many times whether or not I'm comfortable displaying my family on the internet. I like keeping this record of our daily lives, and sharing it with those of you who care to check in. I have appreciated the outlet that it has become, as I have missed the writing I once did when my hands weren't so full of babies.
However, the world is unpredictable and evil lurks, and so I have stepped onto the path that so many wise mommy-bloggers before me have taken. I have renamed my family.
And so it is, an odd thing to get used to, but the right thing to do.
May God bless us and keep us, and give us peace.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
It's September. From what I understand, this means new shows on tv, and new seasons of old shows.
I don't care.*
Desperate Housewives offends me. House makes me roll my eyes. I tried to watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy once; I almost threw up. American Idol? Been there, done that, about 6 times too many.
So what am I excited about?
When I see the promos for the start of the NFL season, I get a tingly feeling in my stomach.
I'm even kind of holding a grudge against someone who suggested the other day that the Lions aren't worth watching anymore.
There's not much I enjoy more than coming home from Mass on Sunday and curling up on the couch with my hubby to watch the games. This year, it will be with the chicken wings we discovered.
How did this happen to me? Was I destined to develop this boy-like quality? Or is this a result of the gender imbalance in my household?
Speaking of Mr. Smith, he says this makes me the coolest wife ever.
I guess maybe it's not such a problem after all.
*I'm certainly not claiming to be one of those good people who don't watch any tv. I do. I even enjoy The Biggest Loser and will be watching that this season, starting tonight. Just please do not ask me what I think about whatever happened on the 307th season of Big Brother last night. I feel yucky just typing the name of that one.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
As I was pulled out of my peaceful slumber, I felt a pang of pity for myself, knowing this was likely the beginning of a long night.
Then I thought of Colleen. A woman I do not know, but for whom my heart breaks.
I discovered her blog ages ago, when we were both moms to a mere four boys, or so, a piece. Then it was five, and then, for her, six. A "band of brothers", so like the one dear to me.
I scooped up my baby and brought him out to the living room. I wiped his nose, cuddled him, and marveled at the wonder of a baby, so dependent on his mama. Caring for him, at all hours, is a small sacrifice for the reward of being his earthly mother.
As I nursed him, I thought of her again. How she must be producing milk, for a baby she can no longer put to her breast; her body needing to catch up with the stark reality of her loss.
And those brothers... Oh how I ache when I think of those brothers.
But are they not better off for having had him, even for such a short time, and at such a cost of grief?
I cradled my own for hours, without a care for the clock, even as 4:00am approached, intermittantly praying for her, and thanking for me.
A sleepless night, but a blessing, another night together.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
video courtesy of Blake
-The baby trying desperately to shake his little booty like the big boys? Or,
-The pure joy from the big boy watching his baby brother?
What's more pathetic?
-The fact that their room really was (is?) that messy? Or,
-The fact that I would shamelessly display the mess on my blog?
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
...for precious minutes that flew by WAY too quickly
...for a delightful drink
...for the fact that there's never a lull in conversation
...for children, even their unpredictable health happenings
...for t-shirt authorization
...for true confidence
...for Catholic weddings
...that no matter how much time goes by, it just doesn't matter
...for alphabet gardens
...that God blessed me with such a beautiful friendship
...for the rest of the conversation that's yet to come!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I'm still trying to figure out how to answer, and what's gotten into my 7-year-old who normally dreads the grocery store, when Peyton says, "Can we go to Bed, Bath and Beyond?"
Okay, so now the 5-year-old wants to shop for sheets?
I say, "How come Peyton, do you have something in mind that you want from there?"
To which he replies, "No, I'm just hoping you'll get confused and pull into Chuck E. Cheese."
Which happens to be next door to Bed, Bath and Beyond.
Those little brains never cease to amaze me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The shower is planned and executed. The coffee maker is in it's place.
The bachelorette party, behind us.
The rehearsal, in the books.
Rehearsal dinner, digested.
The vows are said. The kiss is kissed.
The rice is thrown. (we didn't really have rice, but that would have been fun.)
The license, signed.
The rug has been cut. Look, here's proof:
The bouquet, thrown. (or so I'm told. I was nursing my nursling.)
It was beautiful. It was memorable. It was truly blessed.
I can't wait to see the video.
It was also...all-consuming.
I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, "Self, what are you going to think about now? You fit into your dress, your speech was acceptable, your children survived. You have to remember what reality was like now."
Then I remembered. Reality is a teething baby.
You can't get more real than that, can you?
Isaac has been a unique teether. They've come in on their own time, but mostly, in a goofy way. More have cut, and as they come in he'll look more...normal. Normal is boring though. Unique? Memorable.
So I wanted to be sure and document the way they are now.
And I'll show you.
If you're ready.
So it's back to reality. And I'm more than alright with that.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Spring cleaning has brought to my attention the fact that we have far too many shoes as a family.
Everyday life has brought to my attention the fact that our baby is obnoxiously cute.
Both situations defy reason.
Both leave me wondering how it is that we arrived at this point.To remedy this:
There's a large garbage bag and a box labeled 'donations'.
What on earth can be done about this?:
Friday, April 24, 2009
So these are it, the only two shots we got. Can you read the disappointment in my voice?I'd just like to take a minute to point out a few things, observations, if you will:
1.) Could Mr. Smith and I not just be copied and pasted from one to the next? Apparently we both felt those were acceptable expressions and postures.
2.) Why wasn't I more concerned with smiling?
3.) Isaac is much cuter awake than asleep.
4.) I really need to practice a photo face with Owen.
5.) Blake is, by far, our most obedient child.
6.) It doesn't matter the circumstances, Oliver is ALWAYS cute.
Last, but not least, the whole reason I even dared to post these pictures, because it makes me laugh every time I look....let's concentrate on Peyton. I distinctly remember Mr. Smith scolding him after the first shot. I couldn't see what he was doing at the time, but now it's clear that he was showing his excitement over finally remembering to bring his holy water bottle to fill from the font. I think he took it hard when he was told to stand still.
So it was not a successful photo shoot, but it was Easter Sunday just the same. The much longed-for Alleluia was as beautiful as ever. The Lord is risen. The desert of Lent has given way to the glory of the Easter season, and we will celebrate all 50 days of it.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
and our Holy Thursday art project:Or our Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday morning:and probably about how Isaac figured out how to empty a cupboard in 3 minutes flat: But alas, rotten apples it was.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
You Are Blooming Flowers
You are an optimistic person by nature. In even the darkest times, you are hopeful about the future.
You feel truly blessed in life and can sometimes be overwhelmed with emotions.
You have an artist's eye. You are always looking for beauty in the mundane.
You have a good sense of aesthetics, especially when it comes to shapes and color.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
- ate a healthy breakfast
- gave a fourth grade spelling test
- directed a first grade spelling worksheet
- drilled a 5 year old on his addition flash cards
- encouraged the making of a masterpiece (a picture of a "rocket ship") by a 3 year old
- remained calm
The key? The baby is napping.