A new baby.
Here.
On earth.
What could be more joyous.
Welcome, Peter Joseph.
Welcome to this world.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Information on an as needed basis
Me, to our four-year old: Today Aunt Laura is going to have her baby!!
Timothy: Really?! Today?!
pause, pause,pause
Timothy: So, is it just going to pop straight out of her?
Me: Er . . . something like that.
Timothy: Really?! Today?!
pause, pause,pause
Timothy: So, is it just going to pop straight out of her?
Me: Er . . . something like that.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Something new
Happy Mother's Day . . . and to celebrate, want to go to a carnival? Visit:
http://rannthisthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-snippets-catholic-carnival_09.html
http://rannthisthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-snippets-catholic-carnival_09.html
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Slowest Line
It was early December, and for whatever reasons our entire family had been snippy with each other for several weeks . . . especially at the dinner table.
Finally, enough was enough. I knew we all needed something, so on a Monday I announced that we were going to Thursday's Advent Reconciliation Service.
Thursday came, and I didn't remember about the service until we were cleaning up after dinner. We had thirty minutes, and I all but threw every single member of my family into the minivan. We were going to confession if it killed us.
At the church, we found ourselves in Fr. Bob's line. I had never met this Fransiscan priest, but my parents knew him well. I also knew he was very spiritual so I figured he was what my family needed.
But as luck would have it, his was also the slowest line.
The line next to us, Fr. Tom's line, was moving along quite briskly. But not us. We shuffled, sighed, leaned against the wall, and considered jumping lines.
But we were meant to be in that line because we were meant to go to Fr. Bob.
One by one we entered that room and spent a few, quiet, soul searching minutes with this gentle soul.
And one by one we exited . . . spiritually whole again.
Once we were back in the van, before my husband even started the engine, everyone was hugging, and apologizing, and laughing, and crying, and rejoicing.
We went on to have a wonderful Advent season, and to this day I am grateful to Fr. Bob for showing us how to be a family again.
Finally, enough was enough. I knew we all needed something, so on a Monday I announced that we were going to Thursday's Advent Reconciliation Service.
Thursday came, and I didn't remember about the service until we were cleaning up after dinner. We had thirty minutes, and I all but threw every single member of my family into the minivan. We were going to confession if it killed us.
At the church, we found ourselves in Fr. Bob's line. I had never met this Fransiscan priest, but my parents knew him well. I also knew he was very spiritual so I figured he was what my family needed.
But as luck would have it, his was also the slowest line.
The line next to us, Fr. Tom's line, was moving along quite briskly. But not us. We shuffled, sighed, leaned against the wall, and considered jumping lines.
But we were meant to be in that line because we were meant to go to Fr. Bob.
One by one we entered that room and spent a few, quiet, soul searching minutes with this gentle soul.
And one by one we exited . . . spiritually whole again.
Once we were back in the van, before my husband even started the engine, everyone was hugging, and apologizing, and laughing, and crying, and rejoicing.
We went on to have a wonderful Advent season, and to this day I am grateful to Fr. Bob for showing us how to be a family again.
(Thanks to Laura over at Catholic Teacher Musings for hosting this tribute to honor Vocations Sunday.)
Saturday, May 2, 2009
2009 Video: May Feelings II
Do you have goosebumps? Just perfect for May, the month of Mary. You can see the video from 2008 here. Muchas gracias, Juan Varela!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
What makes my boys happy?
A FULL REFRIGERATOR,
AND A WELL STOCKED PANTRY.
I RECENTLY ASKED MY SON, JONATHAN:
ARE YOU EATING TO LIVE OR LIVING TO EAT?
AND HE SAID:
THIS A TRICK QUESTION, ISN'T IT?
FOOD . . . THE WAY TO A BOY'S HEART.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
No Roundabouts for Me, Thank You Very Much
Dear Dustin,
I was involved in that car accident with you this past weekend, and I hope that you and your friends are doing well. As for us, I'm a little sore (as I'm sure you can relate) and although my little one is a little clingy, he is getting plenty of attention from his older brothers.
The reason for this letter is to reassure you that things will be all right. I realize that dealing with police reports, insurance adjustors, and yes, even concerned parents is not fun, but you seem like a nice guy and maybe things like this happen to remind us of all the things in life that are really important.
In the meantime, we can be thankful for two things: that no one was injured, and that we don't live in England . . . over there they have traffic circles everywhere.
Sincerely,
Maria Novajosky
I was involved in that car accident with you this past weekend, and I hope that you and your friends are doing well. As for us, I'm a little sore (as I'm sure you can relate) and although my little one is a little clingy, he is getting plenty of attention from his older brothers.
The reason for this letter is to reassure you that things will be all right. I realize that dealing with police reports, insurance adjustors, and yes, even concerned parents is not fun, but you seem like a nice guy and maybe things like this happen to remind us of all the things in life that are really important.
In the meantime, we can be thankful for two things: that no one was injured, and that we don't live in England . . . over there they have traffic circles everywhere.
Sincerely,
Maria Novajosky
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