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Yarn Along

Today is the feast day of Saint Rita. She is the patron saint of impossible cases. Why, you might ask, would I mention that little fact in a yarn along post? Well, my friends, I have a partially finished baby blanket and the recipient's due date was, um, yesterday! If I knit continuously for the next 3 days, I might be able to complete it, but that just isn't going to happen. I know my friend is a patient soul, not to mention just an incredible person and I am blessed, blessed I tell you, to call her my friend, so just maybe it will be all right if it is a little late. I also mention Saint Rita because there are so many other impossible cases in my life right now. I won't go and list them, it would not be a good idea to look at a list like that. Just say a little prayer if you are the praying kind of person, will you? I know I will be petitioning good St. Rita daily. I have the body of the blanket complete. Now I am making the border, which is worked in the round.

A Quote

I have been slowly reading, and I do mean slowly, Mother Angelica's Private and Pithy Lessons from the Scriptures. The little slip of paper from the library tells me that I have renewed it 5 times. Our library lends books for three weeks at a time. I will let you do the math. I have so many things that I want to read and such little time to do it. I asked a friend recently how she reads so many books with so many little ones. She said she reads while she folds laundry. What? I can't even get to the laundry folding, let alone read at the same time! I must be slacking. Anyway, I did read yesterday while sitting on the end of Therese's bed, waiting for her to settle down for her afternoon nap. It was only a few pages, but sometimes that is best. Then I can ponder those few words while I do all the things that need doing. Here is part of what I read yesterday that I want to be able to go back to after I eventually return this book to the library: She was speaking of th

To Peter, on the occasion of turning 9 months old

Dear Peter, Today we celebrate you being on the outside as long as you were on the inside! Nine months old already. You have accomplished quite a lot in those months. Crawling is easy-peasy now and I cannot turn around for even a second or you are out of sight and into trouble. Cruising the furniture is a favorite game of yours, banging your sweet little hands on every surface as you go along. You are even getting adventurous and letting go and standing alone for a few seconds at a time.  And that grin. Oh, that grin! It melts my heart when you gaze up at me with those big, chocolate eyes and that mischievous grin. You have developed a taste for table food and want what is on my plate. I don't blame you one bit. It is much better than mashed up, unseasoned food. Two days ago, I noticed a little hole in your gum, which means I will get to see that first tooth very soon! Even though you are still a peanut in size, (you are just 15 pounds), you make sure that you get lots of atten

Happy Mother's Day

Yesterday, a sign suddenly appeared on Anna's door which read: "Do Not Open- Working Seacrtly". There were giggles, and whisperings, and sudden rushes down the stairs for supplies. I smiled and my heart smiled too. Some days, down in the trenches, you forget. You forget that they love you unconditionally. All those messes are not some secret plot to bring you down. To them, those messes are forts, and tea parties, and all sorts of imaginings. I suppose I seem like the evil ogre in a fairy tale, when I start demanding that it be picked up. This morning, there was a rustling in the hallway and then they burst through the door with the poster they had made. Those eager, dancing eyes, looking into mine, hoping that their masterpiece will be appreciated. And it was. Oh, it was! The proud artists the poem This is me and Ben. Forever my little boy and my little intercessor in Heaven. Anna, Jack, Therese, and Peter. Tony, Sophie, and Olivia My oth

Oh Therese, Thou art Two

Two years old is a time in our household when the limits are constantly being tested. Seeing how far is too far. Might I reference the recent hair-cutting incident? Today, while skyping with a friend, I was relating how Therese calls Jack and Anna her "people".  As in "My people are not funny".  Or "People! Come here people!" Therese overheard this conversation and piped up, "I also say 'stupid'." Yes. She does. She also spends a lot of time saying "I sorry."

It was only a matter of time

All of my kids have done it at least once. Sometimes to themselves, sometimes to one another. The first time it happened, I cried. Today, I sighed, looked at the damage, and went on with the conversation I was having with a friend who was over for lunch. At least she brought me this and didn't try to hide the evidence like some of her siblings. This, by the way, is not all of the damage. This is all she brought to me. I don't think we can try and blend this one in. This is going to be a constant reminder that a 2 year old alone in the classroom can get into much mischief. Oh, and she wasn't alone. There happened to be a total of six other kids in there with her, none of whom seemed to notice the naughtiness going on right under their noses. That is not a tear of remorse. Oh, no. That is only that "beauty shop" ended earlier than she anticipated.

At the park

How can I have lived here for almost 4 years and not known that this fantastic park existed? It is called Bluebird Gap Farm. Now that I do know, we will be visiting often. As in, we will be going back on Wednesday to see them sheer the sheep! Oh, and did I mention it is free? She is saying "Aww...Mom!" because I said let's look at the animals first, then go to the playground. I'm not sure what they are talking about, but it looks pretty serious. Looking longingly at the chickens Not so sure about the chickens I asked Tony to get at least one picture of me with Peter. I am always behind the lens.