Friday, March 28, 2008
We danced jigs,
and made some excited phone calls
to three different states.
All because our little one finally did his er... uhm... "business" in the big potty chair.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I dunked a cookie into my frothy cappuccino and enjoyed it. Immensely.
But I did get to wondering. Why is it that the moment parameters, boundaries, or guidelines are gone, we immediately revert to old behavior? I didn't need that cookie, and yet I chose to have it just because I could.
Mature? No. It seems even after becoming adults, in many ways we are still children.
I now realize that when I decided to give up sweets for Lent, my heavenly Father was looking out for me. He used that time to gently reveal to me what was becoming a very bad habit of snacking throughout the day, especially on sweets. I'd pack the boys' lunches and pop an oreo (or two!) into my mouth; I would enjoy biscotti with my morning cappuccino and my afternoon cappuccino; when my toddler couldn't finish his ice cream, I finished it for him.
Like a child who wants a toy only once it has been removed, it wasn't until I couldn't have any sweets that I fully realized how much I snacked on sweets out of habit and without even thinking.
Our heavenly Father is a wonderful parent. With Lent He made me aware of a bad habit, trained me for 40 days to change that habit, and now with the Easter season set me free . . . free to choose to have the sweets or (and this is what I learned) free to choose NOT have the sweets. Now I decide instead of letting a bad habit decide for me.
So, as I sit there on this glorious morning with my cappuccino, today I choose not have those biscotti . . . just because I can.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
- family night (faith: w/ St. Joseph and St. Patrick as the guests of honor, there was no shortage of inspiration; food: a veritable feast in honor of St. Joseph's Feast Day; fun: Palm Sunday activity)
- Sunday dinner with Nonna and Nonno
- Feast of St. Joseph: meal included pasta sprinkled with breadcrumbs (symbolizing sawdust of St. Joseph, the carpenter)
- Palm Sunday: see activity below
- St. Patrick's Day
- our toddler's birthday (he may be four, but he's still my baby)
After all the celebrating (and eating . . . sigh), and in honor of Palm Sunday, I had everyone trace their hand prints/palms to make our very own family palm tree! I got this very clever idea from Dawn's site. Thanks Dawn . . . everyone had fun with this.
Monday, March 10, 2008
+ getting lost for 16 miles because we were so busy talking
+ staying up late talking
+ talking at all meals . . . meals that we didn't have to prepare
+ scrapbooking and talking
+ talking with other women
+ laughing hysterically at nothing at 1 a.m.
a complete and total case of . . .
I mean, this is how I sound.
But it was so, so worth it!!!
And because a gift should keep on giving, I'd like to send these to:
suburbancorrespondent because she makes me laugh (out loud!) almost every day,
Maria because we share the same first name as well as some family traditions, and
Kathryn because she creates magic.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Who with her sister waved and said "See ya!"
They left husbands and sons
for a few days of fun
And the chance to be a little... free-a!
Pierre Auguste Renoir Les Deux Soeurs (Two Sisters)
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Now, to jazz things up I had my husband do my middle name. After warning him that he can't use words like "nagging" or "annoying" (I told him that it was against blogging rules), and after he finished complaining about my middle name being limited to just two letters, AND after he flipped through all the A's and N's in the dictionary, here is my husband's first venture into blogland.
from my husband:
Always reliable - Bia is always there for me and our children. No matter what, whether it is meals, helping with homework, or leading prayers.
Never angry - Bia always seems to keep her emotions in check. She has a great knack for avoiding verbal blowups that would be understandable in some situations.
No problem - Bia rolls with the punches and doesn't sweat the small stuff. How's that for cliches, two in one sentence.
Awesome - no explanation needed here.
Awww! Now, if you'd like to participate (or, even better, if you want your husbands to participate), then I tag YOU!