Thursday, November 30, 2006

What does Miss Piggy have to do with Advent?

(This post is pulled from last year's Advent archives, but since I had very few readers last year at this time, I thought you wouldn't mind a rerun? I hope?)

Unexpectedly, Miss Piggy became a part of our Advent traditions about ten years ago. When Anne-with-an-e was quite young, my mother gave her an Advent calendar that included little books to be read each day of the season. It was a secular calendar that had Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog bringing the O. Henry story, The Gift of the Magi, to humorous life. My daughter delighted in the story and looked forward each year to the daily books, which we read, then hung by their decorative little ribbons on the tree.

One year, before my husband came into the Catholic Church, I worried that I shouldn't include anything secular in our Advent traditions. I was alone in trying to impress upon the kids what the season was really all about, and I was trying hard to be sure that my children were focused on Jesus. Though well-intentioned, I was wrong.

That year, at the very beginning of Advent, Anne immediately requested the Muppet Advent Calendar and my heart was immediately softened. It was, I saw finally and clearly, a beautiful way to include my mother (who is not a Christian) in our Advent preparation. She lives far away and we see little enough of her ... wasn't this, in a lovely way, making her part of our focus on Jesus? I let go of any worries about the little secular traditions that we include in Advent. The few secularities we cling to, that are part of our family history, connect us to those in our family who are not connected to Jesus.

And, who am I to say that God can't work through a Muppet?

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

All things Advent

Jenn put a lot of work (I know how those very-linky-posts are, Jenn!) into the wonderful Loveliness of Advent Fair.

So many delightful links and ideas in one place....

It's a vision of loveliness.
St. Nicholas day is fast approaching.

We love to celebrate this feast day. On St. Nicholas Eve, the children leave their shoes outside their bedroom door. In the morning they find chocolate coins, and small gifts (usually some fun socks, a craft, and a book or game.) On St. Nicholas day, we read books and do activities centered on the saint and on his connection to Christ and Christmas.

Mary Ellen and Katherine have written so much recently on St. Nicholas that you may as well just go visit them right now. They've saved me lots of linking today. And, they both make use of my favorite Nicholas resource, the St. Nicholas Center.

(Free clip art courtesy of Two Hearts Design.)

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Funny, I feel just the opposite

Ramona: There's something about nighttime that bothers me.

Me: Oh, really? What's that?

Ramona: You have to sleep too much.

The Jesus Stocking

Yesterday, K. at Cirque de Moi asked about ideas for Advent that are similar to the Thanksgiving Tree. (I must compliment you on your excellent timing, K., as I had planned to post on that today!)

The Jesus stocking is something I started when Anne-with-an-e was very young, and I was looking for ways to keep our Christmas focused on Jesus rather than all the (delightful and fun though they are) other trappings of the holiday. It's a simple stocking (I keep thinking I should upgrade it to something worthy of our King, but on the other hand, I think perhaps He's pleased with the simplicity) and I used fabric paint to add His name.

What goes in the Jesus stocking? It can be whatever you like, but we've done it a couple of different ways.

Like the Thanksgiving Tree, each night at dinner, we all name something for which we're thankful. It's written on a small piece of paper, and added to the stocking. On Christmas day, it's fun to read all the blessings that were counted during Advent, from the littlest things (such as a tea party with Tigger), to grown-up concerns (such as being thankful that the car broke down in our driveway instead of twenty miles from home on a sub-zero day), to every-day-but-enormous joys (such as friendship, family and faith.) Here are some samples from years past:



Another idea for the Jesus stocking is to use it for corporal and spiritual works of mercy. Many of us are familiar with the idea of setting up a manger for baby Jesus and filling it with soft hay (we use yarn) in preparation for Christmas day. Rebecca outlines her tradition here, and Mary Ellen mentions it in this post at O Night Divine.

The idea for the Jesus stocking is similar. Corporal and spiritual works of mercy, small sacrifices, kindnesses and prayers are recorded and dropped in the stocking as gifts for Jesus. The children are encouraged to fill Jesus's stocking with gifts throughout Advent.

For much of Advent, the Jesus stocking will be the only one hanging on the mantle (the small tree to the right is our Jesse Tree):



to remind us that He is at the center of the celebration to which we look forward with such joy. Surrounded by our favorite Advent books and calendars, this place of honor for the King is a constant reminder that what we anticipate in this season of hope is not a gift, but the Gift: our Lord and Savior.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Bare ruined choirs


Where late the sweet birds sang.
~~ from Sonnet #73

Praying like a pirate

My spiritual director introduced me to the pirate method of praying. You don't have to head for the high seas, or wear an eye patch, but you do have to remember "ARRR" (though you don't have to actually say it out loud....)

ARRR stands for:

Acknowledge
Relate
Receive
Respond

These steps in prayer are especially helpful to me when I'm responding to something with great emotion. At times, I find (or my spiritual director oh-so-gently points out) that I've intellectually sifted through a problem, but I'm still reacting strongly to the situation. Then, it's time to take it to God in prayer, and "ARRR" helps me in this way:

Acknowledge

Acknowledge what I'm feeling.

Acknowledge what I'm really feeling, not what I think I should feel, what I wish I could feel, what I think God wants me to feel. Acknowledge -- to myself -- my true feelings, no matter how irrational, unjustifiable or unpleasant they may be.

Relate

Relate those feelings to God. Tell Him -- tell Him what I've honestly recognized in myself. Lay it down at His feet, and hand it over to Him.

Receive


Receive what God has to offer me. Is He calling me to forgiveness? To healing? To action? Be open to what He offers.

Respond

This is self-explanatory. What did I receive from God in prayer? How will I respond to it?

These steps don't always occur as neatly as I've spelled them out. The "Acknowledge and Relate" stages may stretch out over many moments and sessions of prayer. Sometimes I find that I have to acknowledge over and over again what I'm really feeling about something before I'm ready to move on. So, the "Acknowledge and Relate" stages may include tears and times of simply pouring my heart and my feelings out to our loving God. Because I have to empty myself of my self before I'm ready to receive anything from the Lord.

But, I also have to remember that I can't get stuck in the "Acknowledge and Relate" stages. Reminding myself that I'm in the middle of a process is so helpful, so encouraging. When I've really and truly given up to God all that I've been holding on to, He will be there to pour out new graces that I'll then be ready to receive. Knowing that I'm only two steps into a process wards off despair and nurtures hope.

I know that there will be gifts to receive, and that He will give me the strength to respond to them.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Phil. 4:13)

No eye patch required.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

A Forest of Gratitude: Thanksgiving Trees

Many thanks to all who contributed pictures of their Thanksgiving Trees for this post. I began to assemble links, but then couldn't resist the idea of seeing all the trees on one page.





Jennifer and the gang at As Cozy as Spring made this beautiful tree, using felt instead of construction paper. I love the felt idea, as well as the shape of these leaves.







Another fun and creative idea from Katherine, at A Living Education, was to use the family's hands for the leaves on her tree.





Dawn, of By Sun and Candlelight, has a tree that is happily sprawling over an entire window.





Minnesota Mom's
kids each made their own gorgeous trees.






Donna's beautiful tree has a great array of colors and leaves of many different shapes.





K, at Cirque de Moi, started her tree close to Thanksgiving, but plans to begin November 1st next year. It appears loaded with blessings anyway, K!





And Jennifer, from Family in Feast and Feria got the extended family in on the project. Her mother-in-law loves the tree and its "falling blessings" so much that she wants to keep it up year-round.






Meredith
has had her own unique take on a Thanksgiving Tree for years, and I love the way she uses real branches and lovely, delicate, watercolor leaves.







One more to add! Tracy and her family made this terrific tree. Thanks, Tracy!









And, here's the final picture of our tree, filled with blessings, from November, and from every day of our lives:



Thanks again, to all of you for participating. It was a delight to see the individuality, the creativity, and the joy that went into your trees. As I said at this time last year, "thanks" seems like a feeble word for all that God gives us, but sometimes it's all we've got.

And often, it's just right.

Thank you.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Thanksgiving Trees

can still be sent.

A couple of moms planned to send links by Monday. I'll post the collection of links after that, so email me your pictures or blog posts if you made a Thanksgiving Tree!

How's this for thankful?

Alice continues to amaze and inspire.

She has begun a Novena Reminder Calendar at Cottage of Loreto, and is including the many readers of her beautiful blog in her prayers.

Thank you, Alice, and it cannot be said too many times that we moms are so very thankful for the joy, beauty and inspiration that you contribute to our lives.

I'm dwivin' in my caw ....

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Or, you can convert to Cockney, Pig Latin or several others. But, I find Elmer irresistable.

[Hat tip to Deal at Catholic Writers Online.]

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Thankful Thursday -- A blessed Thanksgiving

This Thursday, I am thankful for
the beauty of autumn,
plentiful food,
time with my family,
and all of you.

Have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving!

Early Reading Memories -- Meme

Kathryn at The Bookworm tagged me. Thanks, Kathryn, and I hope this isn't too dull ... my memories of childhood are so vague that I almost feel I should say, "Move along, move along ... nothing to see here, folks." We were a military family, always clearing out of our last home and moving on ... there wasn't an attic, a constant, stable place, into which all those precious childhood belongings were stuffed and saved. I think in all that moving, some memories and keepsakes of childhood were lost. But, I'll do my best to recall things here.

1. How old were you when you learned to read and who taught you?

I don't remember, and I don't know. I can't remember a time when I wasn't reading, so it must have been fairly early.

2. Did you own any books as a child? If so, what’s the first one that you remember owning? If not, do you recall any of the first titles that you borrowed from the library?

We owned books, and were also regular library patrons. My mother was an avid reader, and still is. I can remember us leaving libraries with armloads of books, and always feeling that I'd learned something new just from being in the library.

For example, one summer when we lived in Florida, my mother signed us up for the summer reading program, which they had dubbed "The Reading Regatta." As we left that day, with our armload of books, I thought, "I didn't even know what a regatta was. Now I do." I was about nine years old, and enormously proud of myself.

Funny that a couple of childhood memories about books also involve food. I remember becoming aware, while reading Mrs. Piggle Wiggle that a writer could actually make me smell brownies, and feel the warmth of the kitchen on a cold winter day. Island of the Blue Dolphins had me tasting abalone in my dreams.

3. What’s the first book that you bought with your own money?

I wish I knew, and I wish I still owned it.

4. Were you a re-reader as a child? If so, which book did you re-read most often?

If I liked it, I read it again and again. I had eclectic taste, but somehow missed so many of the classics of children's literature. I loved biographies (and so does my Anne-with-an-e), survival stories, pioneer stories (Little House, naturally), anything about animals (I thought surely I, too, would one day talk to the animals, as Dr. Doolittle did, and I adored Charlotte's Web), fairy tales, mysteries of all kinds, and -- of course -- Beezus and Ramona.


5. What’s the first adult book that captured your interest and how old were you when you read it?

In 8th grade, we read Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities. I was captivated by everything about it. I remember thinking, "This is what reading in school should be about! Why don't they assign us stuff like this all the time instead of all that other boring junk?"

6. Are there children’s books that you passed by as a child that you have learned to love as an adult? Which ones?


As I mentioned above, lots of the classics. I didn't read Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, or The Chronicles of Narnia (which was part of my conversion journey), until I was an adult. I now passionately love all of these books, and have shared them with my kids, who now read and reread them, and will do so for the rest of their lives, I hope.

Thanks, Kathryn. What a fun stroll down literature lane.

And, if you're reading this, you're tagged.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Bloglines problems

I have to thank Marjorie at Lettres de mon Moulin for providing an easy solution to a problem with Bloglines.

I saw the Bloglines plumber pop up a day or two ago, but I didn't realize that Bloglines subscribers weren't seeing that many of us have new posts up. For some reason, Bloglines has been showing a problem with feeds, and that hasn't resolved itself for a number of blogs.

I was wondering why some of my favorite bloggers were so quiet!

If you haven't seen that I have new posts, you may need to unsubscribe from my blog, and then resubscribe through your Bloglines page.

Thanks, Marjorie!

A symbolic centerpiece

I took this idea from a parish function we attended last week. We were given a cornucopia to take home, with the suggestion that it be filled with symbols or favorite objects for each family member. We added a candle, a cornhusk doll and our scarecrow to complete our centerpiece.

Symbols chosen?

For all of us: A holy card with a picture of Jesus, the center of our lives
Atticus: Red pen (he's a high school teacher, you know) and tea
Me: A picture of the Blessed Mother, to represent being a Catholic mom, and a pen
Anne-with-an-e: A ceramic puppy (she's an animal lover)
Betsy: A small, knotted one-decade Rosary
Ramona: A picture of me, because I'm her "favorite thing"

I love the way this simple but meaningful centerpiece turned out!

Ramona and Betsy on languages

The other day, as we read Snow Treasure, by Marie McSwigan, Betsy asked what language the characters spoke.

"Norwegian," I said. "They live in Norway."

"Oh," she replied. "And, sooo ... if they lived in Poland, they'd speak Polish, right?"

"Right."

"And for Germany, they'd speak Germish!" she said, delighted with her clever invention.

"And," piped up Ramona, "if they lived in Squeama, they'd speak Squeamish!"

Monday, November 20, 2006

The Winged Watchman

This is such a great book.

Anne-with-an-e and Betsy were reluctant to begin this book, because, "It's about boys!" I reminded them that some of our favorite people are boys: Atticus, of course (and they'll someday love fictional Atticus as much as they love our Atticus). Matthew Cuthbert. Dickon. Colin (once Mary Lennox works her magic.) Peter Pevensie (and Edmund -- later, of course.) Lew Tucker. Pa Ingalls. Wilbur the pig.

"You have no problem with boys," I assured them, and we started the book.

"I like this book," Betsy proclaimed, three pages into it.

I liked it, too. It has everything one would expect from Hilda van Stockum: serious subject matter, balanced with humor; an unflinching examination of right and wrong; real children who say and do real things; excitement, suspense, danger and surprises; heartwrenching (but not graphic) realism depicting the losses and grief families suffered in World War II; real friendship; faith. And, it has something else every child loves: puppies.

It also offers this lovely little tribute to mothers:

Father stretched out his big hand and put it over Mother's.
"Boys," he said, "I want you to look at this wonderful, brave little mother of yours. Do you know who suffered the most during the war? The mothers. Do you know who worked the hardest? The mothers. And do you know who will get the least praise? The mothers. You haven't any idea, and you never will have, what it cost your mother to keep going, never daunted, never giving up, taking each new blow in her stride and keeping you all happy under the worst possible conditions. Come on, boys, let's give her a cheer. To Mother! Hip, hip, hurrah!"

I wanted to cheer, too.

The Winged Watchman is a beautiful book and has quickly become a treasured favorite of my girls.

Even if it is about boys.

[Next up: A review of Snow Treasure, which we just finished. After that: Escape from Warsaw. We just started this one, and already Betsy is begging for the next read-aloud session every time I put the book down. Such a good sign ....]

The Advent of Advent


The season of waiting is a mere twelve days away.

And, I'm a bit behind with my Advent preparation this year. So, for now, I'll refer you to last year's post, found here.

Calling all Thanksgiving Tree makers

If you made a Thanksgiving tree, and would like to email me a link to your blog (or email a photo, if you don't have a blog), I'll put them together into one post and we can all bask in the gratitude together.

I'm a little hesitant to do this, because my pride is at stake. In the arts and crafts arena, I see all of you as the professionals with graduate degrees in glue guns, whilst I am like the Kindergartener, proudly showing off her smudgy picture to the kindest of audiences. But, I'll throw my pride out the window in order to see all of your sure-to-be-inspiring trees . I'm looking forward to your creations!

More thankfulness

Thanks to Faith at Dumb Ox Academy: a link to a page full of quotes on gratitude. Here are a few I love:

The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

~~ Henry Ward Beecher

Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.

~~ Horace

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

~~ Thornton Wilder

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Verifying we're human

[Disclaimer: This is filed under "humor." Please don't really think that I'm offended by the word tests. Most of you are just far too nice, and will really, actually worry, and wonder if you should stop using them. No. Don't. I'm just trying to be funny. And, now that I've ruined any chance of being funny by explaining my humor, you may read on. But only if you can type this: qwevhtz]

The other day, I read some favorite blogs and slogged through The Test. You know the one -- I use it on my site, too, to prevent automated robots from leaving me less-than-informative spam. I thought, "There's a short post here."

Then, I visited Suzanne, and read this post, and realized that I'm not the only one. And, she just posted my post, so I postponed posting. (Do be sure to read the comments on that post ... Nutmeg's is especially funny.)

But now, I'm going to post anyway, because I have a sick Ramona on my hands and will be going to a late Mass. So, I have time this morning. Poor Ramona, and poor you.

My post was to be entitled, "Things that shouldn't hurt me feelings but do" and the first thing on the list was these little tests, which treat me as if I'm an intruder.

"You don't really belong here, do you?" they seem to taunt. "Prove to me that you're safe. Prove you're human."

With an understanding heart (since my blog asks for the same thing) I do my duty. I type nyzyrrq and then -- I should be allowed to move on, right? I'll be nodded to, approved, waved through the gate, won't I ?

Noooo ... I've made a mistake somewhere. The test pops up again, and asks, again, that I prove I am truly human.

This, of course, is an existential question on which a computer isn't really capable of discourse. Now I'm a tiny bit irritated.

And offended. Not only am I an intruder, I'm a moron. Who can't type. (Typepad is particularly devious, as the letters are placed against a grey and fuzzy background. It's daring us: You. Just. Try. To read. This. The words, "Open the pod door, Hal," spring to mind.)

Sigh.

I try again (and sometimes again) and finally find I've been successful. I'm the moronic intruder who broke the code! I'm in! My comment will be published!

The next sigh is one of satisfaction.

The existential angst has, for now, been overcome. My voice will be heard. I have triumphed over the machine.

Luddites, unite.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Pumpkin turkeys

The credit for this idea goes to my great friend, Heather.

Heather led a perfect, relaxed, amazing little Girl Scout troop a couple of years ago, and my girls and I loved every idea she threw our way. We knew that if Heather thought of it, it was sure to be creative and fun.

These turkeys were so cute and very easy. The head and feathers were glued to craft sticks, then stuck into the turkey (I think we used some pumpkin cutting tools and paring knives to help the girls accomplish that part.) The "bow tie" for Mr. Turkey on the right is raffia and was attached with hot glue. I don't remember for certain (don't you love that kind of confidence in craft instructions?) but I'm sure we had patterns for the head, feathers and hats. And, as always, the kids were free to make up their own patterns.

Here are a few pumpkin turkeys that I found on the web:

This one is at Kaboose, has patterns and is very easy.

This one
, at Family Fun, is a little more involved.

Here's another easy one.

Quaker Oatmeal gets in on the fun and suggest using leaves for feathers.

And, if you have a lot of brush fringe trim lying around, you can use it in this way.

Have fun!

It's clearly time to buy more plastic



Or a wicker basket.

Something.

Though, I have to say, this does make my girls smile.

St. Elizabeth of Hungary

I love St. Elizabeth of Hungary, especially as a role model for girls. When my daughters and I talk about where God may call them, they wonder if it will be to marriage or to religious life. St. Elizabeth of Hungary was, in a way, called to both, and accepted both of God's calls with love.

By all accounts, her marriage was an extremely happy one. She was devoted to her husband, her children and to the poor, to whom she often took food. Her husband died very young, just before their third child was born. According to the Catholic Encyclopedia:

On hearing the tidings Elizabeth, who was only twenty years old, cried out: "The world with all its joys is now dead to me."

But that was not true. Elizabeth persevered and continued to listen to God's claim on her life. She devoted herself to service to the poor and the suffering, became a third order Franciscan, and built a hospital.

Elizabeth died at the age of 24, and was canonized four years later.

Elizabeth illustrates that we never know for certain what God may be calling us to, and that the call may change at any moment. She is a model of trust, obedience and acceptance of God's will.

St. Elizabeth of Hungary, pray for us.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Thank you for your patience

In my scatterbrainia today, I forgot to post the permalink to the Thankful Thursday carnival.

It's here, so head on over and get a dose of gratitude.

Flintstone Feet

That's what Atticus has always called them. Ramona is four, but she still has scrumptious, adorable little Flintstone feet and I still love, love, love to look at them.

Rebecca loves little feet, too, and has an adorable carnival of them going on. Scamper over there now to oooh and aahhh at the cutefest.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Thankful Thursday


This week's Thankful Thursday post is a group effort. I'm going to share a list from our Thanksgiving Tree, along with a little background.

When Anne and Betsy were younger, I did a Thanksgiving Tree every November. We drew and colored the tree on poster board, cut it out, and made leaves from construction paper. Then, each night at dinner, we all named something for which we were thankful. By Thanksgiving Day, we had made a beautiful autumn tree, adorned with our many blessings.

Somewhere along the sleep-deprived way (when Ramona was a baby ... then when she was one, then two, then three ... people don't always believe me, but it's true that this child literally did not sleep through the night for years) I stopped doing it. But, this year, I'm getting more sleep and the tradition has been revived.

Today, the girls and I put our tree together and started naming our blessings. Here are ten of them, from the things we came up with, in no particular order (other than putting Jesus first, naturally):

1. Jesus
2. Homeschooling
3. Having a brain
4. Having air in my body so I can breathe
5. Books
6. My sisters
7. Chocolate
8. Electricity
9. Church and praying
10. Frosting

Here's a full picture of the Thanksgiving Tree:



And, for more Thankful Thursday posts, be sure to visit Diane at The Journey of a Mother's Heart.

And, cheater that I am, I'm going to add #11, as I did last week: I'm thankful for Diane, for taking on Thankful Thursday this week, and for the many blog readers who come to visit here and are so kind to me. You are all an enormous blessing in my life.

A Thankful Thursday change

Poor Lisa is having a chaotic time with her mouse over at Joyful Chaos, so tomorrow's Thankful Thursday will be hosted by Diane at The Journey of a Mother's Heart.

You can send posts tonight to: welovejmj at skynet dot be

Waiting for the dawn

I'm a little off lately. Emotionally, that is.

A dear friend of mine, here in our little town, is experiencing a miscarriage, and my heart is aching for her.

An internet friend is going through the same storm. Many other women have also had such losses recently.

The experiences are recalling for me the many aches of my own five miscarriages, and although I firmly and truly believe that Christ was with me through them all ~~ that He led me, sculpted me, formed me and changed me, that He healed me in ineffable ways through the short lives and deaths of my children ~~ I also firmly and truly believe this:

We must grieve.

And I know that my friends have a long and difficult path of grieving ahead of them. I want to be able to do it for them. I want to take it away, so they don't have to wade through it. I want to carry their crosses, save them from their pain.

But, no. It doesn't work that way, does it? I cannot change or short-circuit anyone else's sculpting and forming. I cannot decide the pace or the face of their healing. It's not in my capacity, and it's certainly not my place. I am not at the center of these storms. I can merely stand by and offer help -- help to pick up a few pieces, pat a few things back into place, offer food in the time of rebuilding.

It seems feeble and weak, doesn't seem like enough. And yet, it's all I can do. It is what I am able to do. And, it gives me something to do.

Someone Else has the job of truly taking on their burdens.
Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for your selves.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.

~~ Matthew 11:28-30
Christ is the only one who will bring them to true peace, acceptance and understanding. Into His arms they will fall and cry, as many times as they need to, until one day when they will see His face in the face of their loss.

And in the meantime, I'll be there ... with prayers, a plate of cookies, and tears of my own.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Ramona uses her planner


Today, the kids got out their dollar store planners ... you know ... the ones I bought at the beginning of the school year because my thoroughly convincing children convinced me that they were desperately in need of planners and I (being a planner kind of gal) believed them?

Oh, silly me.

But I digress. Today -- November 14, mind you -- they got out their "new school year planners" and began planning ... stuff. I think. I don't know, because I got distracted by Ramona's planning. She had her planner open to the two-page December spread, and asked me what we were going to do on the day with a 6 in the square.

"Write EAT," I said. "E ... A ... T." So, she did.

"What will we do on the day with a 7 on it?"

"Write SLEEP. S ... L ... E ... E ... "

"Oops," said Ramona, "I wrote big. That's on the 8 day and the 9 day, too."

"That's okay," I said. "We plan to sleep on all of those days."

"Oh! Okay!" she said. "We'll hibernate!" She happily returned to her planning.

I must say, that's a plan with which I'm thoroughly on board.

Concert-nesia

A long time ago (or perhaps a few days or weeks ... I'm a bit fuzzy on the whole time thing lately) I promised Jennifer that I would get back to the subject of the John Denver concert that I went to when I was in the 8th grade. I suppose I've subconsciously been putting it off, because I feel bad that there isn't much to say. I'm sorry, Jennifer ... 8th grade was a long time ago (I'm as old as dirt, you know.)

All I can really remember is that I wore my green t-shirt -- the one with a hood -- because I really loved that t-shirt, and shirts with hoods were in fashion, but not so in fashion that John would lose all respect for me for being a mindless, trend-following fashion hound, because of course, John couldn't really care less about fashion because he was far too fine a human being to care about such superficial nonsense. But, on the other hand, if John should happen to look my way, I thought I would look at least marginally attractive in green, and that was good, because I first needed to catch his eye if I were ever going to get him to think of leaving Annie for a marginally attractive girl who would show him in that brief moment of eye contact that she could appreciate him much more than Annie ever could, and that she knew him to be a deeply soulful human being who deserved only the best, such as a girl who wasn't too terribly caught up in clothes, but cared just enough about them to wear the right t-shirt to his concert.

(Oh, my gosh. I would rather have all my teeth pulled than be 13 again.)

I went, I saw, I listened. He sang. I sighed. I went home.

(I'm sorry, Jennifer.)

And, I have a correction to make to my previous post on concerts, in which I said that the only people I've seen in concert are John Denver and Three Dog Night (both when I was in 8th grade), and Jimmy Buffett. As I was talking with Atticus, I realized that I've also seen Harry Chapin, the Fabulous Thunderbirds, Diana Ross (that was in Las Vegas when I was living a previous incarnation as a product manager and had to travel for business ... I despised Las Vegas and everything it stood for, even in that previous incarnation, so I think I blocked the whole thing out ....), and Dana Scallon (Anne-with-an-e held her hand on stage, and sang "We are One Body" along with lots of other people who piled up there at the end of the show.)

How is it that I forgot all of these other musical experiences?

Given my stunningly bad memory when it comes to my own life, I wouldn't be surprised if I've actually met Elvis.

If you haven't had a chance to ...

... do go visit Hilda van Stockum's website and sign the Guest Book.

I received a lovely, gracious note (in the comments of a past post) from Mrs. van Stockum's son, John Tepper Marlin. As he notes, we should all be grateful to Bethlehem Books for keeping her work alive.

When I think of the joy and beauty we would have missed had these books gone out of print, I'm saddened. Publishing may be too often driven by dollars these days, but our family is most grateful for those publishers who seek out quality work, then work hard to keep it alive and accessible to all of us.

And we are grateful to the many writers and artists who enrich our homeschooling lives beyond measure.

Count your autumn blessings



at the 46th Carnival of Homeschooling found here.

Better grab a cup of coffee -- lots of blessings to read about and enjoy.

Monday, November 13, 2006

The Loveliness of Homemade Gifts

Visit Dawn today to revel in a lot of loveliness from a lot of lovely ladies.

I am abysmal when it comes to homemade gifts (pretty abysmal at the whole "loveliness" category, but I try, I try ....) I aspire to greater heights with my girls, though, so I hope to gather lots of lovely ideas from this beautiful and creative fair.

Thanks, Dawn, again, for sharing your creativity and expertise, and the expertise of all the participants. This sewing-and-craft-challenged mom appreciates all of you!

Another carnival is fast approaching!



This time it's the 46th Carnival of Homeschooling, with the theme "Autumn Blessings."

It's being hosted by Sprittibee. Go here to get details and submit a post by tonight!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

From the "I can't believe I said that" files

"Hey, guys, would you please take the blender out of the bathroom now? We're trying to get ready for Mass."

Saturday, November 11, 2006

So then I felt really bad


Last night, as I was putting Ramona to bed, I brushed a hair away from her face and accidentally poked her in the eye.


"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey!" I said. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she said, with a smile and a hand over her eye.

"Actually," she added, "I'm not mad with you. I'm happy with you because right now I'm seeing pretty colors."

On a serious note

Lissa recently had an excellent post about organ donation. She was inspired to bring it up by Moreena, who is indeed an inspiring mom.

Both moms remind us that we can go to Shareyourlife.org to get details, state by state, on organ donation. And Lissa reminds us that her Jane is here today thanks to blood donors.

Ever sensible, Lissa points Catholics to the Church's teachings on the matter (scroll down to paragraph 2296), reminding us that organ donation is morally acceptable.

Both of these moms have lived, or are living, with this need. Let's pay attention to their wisdom and compassion. It's too easy to let it go as something that is "someone else's problem." It's about life. That makes it everyone's problem, and everyone's right.

Friday, November 10, 2006

What I did with my little clan today


We made some Catechism Catchers (these can be ordered through Emmanuel Books) and the kids quizzed each other on deadly sins and commandments.






And, since we've been reading about invertebrates, we made some Jell-O fish.








We practiced our perspective and tried to draw Bethlehem.













It was all good. Good, good, good. Until dinner time. Ramona does not like spinach and mushroom quiche (or, "kwitchy" as she calls it. Where did she get that, Atticus?)

"No one can make me eat kwitchy!" she yelled.

She's right. No one can. No one will. That's not how we do food around here. Ah, well.

But all's right with the world again. Betsy and Ramona are now happily roller skating in the basement (it's finished living space ... don't ask....) and I'm looking back over what was basically a very, very good day. No rushing, no plans. But fun stuff. Good stuff.

How often can you say your kids had fun going over the Seven Deadly Sins?

And, hey, Atticus loved the kwitchy.

Linkage Friday

(In a hat tip to "Poetry Friday," I offer you the following:)

Really Bad Poetry Friday

I'm sending you off
It's Linkage day here
So many great blogs
That often I fear

I'll get lost among them,
neglect all my duties
while reading about all of you
and your cuties.

So today I will try
to stay focused and present
and also (with God's help)
with my kids be pleasant

So, visit some others
They have more to say
Awesome fall pictures,
a turnabout day

A very cool baby
A reason for joy
A funny kid quote
and a sweet little boy

I'm off now to spend time
with my little clan
as we happily tackle
a day with no plan.

Have a blessed Friday!

She makes me sing, too

Ramona (singing): Oooooooh, I looooove you! And I loooooove your thiiiiiiiings!

Me: I love you, too. Ummm ... what "things" do you love?

Ramona (still singing): You knoooooooow! Your foooooood and aaaaaaaall the things you giiiiiiiive uuuuuuuuus! And aaaaaaaall the things you dooooooo!

Me (ready to die a happy woman): Thank you, sweetie. I love yoooooooou toooooooooooo!

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Heart of Motherhood

The Heart of Motherhood: Finding Holiness in the Catholic Home, is the latest book from Donna-Marie Cooper O'Boyle. It's a lovely book, steeped in understanding of and respect for mothers.

"I think we can all agree that mothers in our day could use some encouragement and recognition," Donna writes in the introduction. This book offers both, as well as some practical advice, mom to mom.

Donna begins by pointing out that the "ordinary" vocation of motherhood is actually quite extraordinary in both its requirements and rewards, and moves on to remind us that Mary is our model for motherhood. Lest that sound too lofty, I can say that Donna remains firmly rooted on earth as seen in this passage on the Rosary:
"When teaching our children to pray, we should try not to inadvertently turn our children away from prayer by being unrealistic in what we expect from them or by becoming overly regimented with them ... Setting a prayerful example for them is much more articulate than harping at them to pray could ever be."

In a chapter entitled, "Splinters from the Cross and the Kiss of Jesus," Donna takes an unflinching look at the fact that wholehearted mothering demands sacrifices. She quotes Pope John Paul II:
"Humanity's future depends on people who rely on the truth and whose lives are enlightened by lofty moral principles that enable their hearts to love to the point of sacrifice."

Clearly, mothers live in this category. The point is reinforced with a quote from Donna's friend and spiritual director, Fr. Bill Smith, who says, "Good, faithful mothers skip purgatory and go straight to Heaven!"

As she did in her Catholic Prayer Book for Mothers, Donna also draws on her friendship and correspondence with Blessed Teresa of Calcutta. One of my favorite quotations in the book is from Blessed Teresa. It's not new, it's not earth-shaking, but it's true, and how often we all need these true and vital reminders:
"The best and surest way to learn the love of Jesus is through the family. Whatever you do in your family for your children, for your husband, for your wife -- you do for Jesus."

What I really like about this book is that it takes timeless concepts, solid teachings of the Church, and the words of giants such as John Paul the Great and Blessed Teresa and weaves them into an eminently readable book with a vital message: motherhood is a necessary and powerful vocation that can and will turn our lives into prayers.

The next time I head out the door to teach baptism classes at our parish, I'll be bringing Donna's book along with me. It's perfect for young and new moms who are just beginning to realize the implications of their role in the family. But it's for all moms, too -- we all need to hear the message that what we do is important and holy.

What we do is our path to heaven. That is the heart of motherhood.

[Updated on 11/11/06: This review is also posted on Catholic Exchange's new version of their website, which will offer a variety of blog posts as well as all of their usual news and features. See the new Catholic Exchange here, the main blog page here and my entry here.]

Thankful Thursdays

She was inspired by Kristina at Yesterthoughts who, despite recent and enormous sorrow, found reasons to thank God for His goodness.

She was thankful.

She took time to say so, and to encourage the rest of us to post our blessings, too.

Visit Lisa at Joyful Chaos to read this Thursday's posts on gratitude.

Thank you, Lisa. And thank you, Kristina.

And thank you, God.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Ten things I am thankful for this week

1. A car with 222,000 miles on it.

2. A visit today from my friend Linda.

3. The lake yesterday with friends, J. and M. -- watching our children climbing slides, building sandcastles, and riding the merry-go-round as we talk and encourage one another.

4. My children. All of them. The three here on earth, the many in heaven. The experience of carrying each and every one of them, whatever the result. Though it is hard to thank God for a loss when one is in the midst of the unbearable pain, I know that He has led and taught me through all of my children ... through their lives, their deaths, and the resurrections He granted me after each miscarriage.

5. Fr. Anthony in the confessional on Saturday. What a wonderful priest.

6. A note from Fr. Joe.

7. For blogs.

8. Thinking, "I could really stand to lose a few pounds." It means I have more than enough to eat, that I never go to bed hungry and that I have the means to share with others.

9. Ramona in the morning, Betsy's enormous heart, Anne's compassion.

10. For St. Atticus.

11. [Yes, I know this is cheating] I'm thankful to Lisa for doing a thankfulness carnival.

Got gratitude?

Can you name ten things for which you're thankful?

Send your list today to Lisa at Joyful Chaos as she's starting up "Thankful Thursdays" as of tomorrow!

I'm off to be thankful ... back when I have my list ....

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

The aftermath of Halloween


Ramona asked, "Mommy, how do I write what we got for Halloween?"

So I told her.

Superboy, super classification

Wow -- Theresa's SuperBoy has left us in the dust when it comes to classifying animals. Their biology project is amazing!

Check out the filing system here and terrific samples of work here.

And, check into Theresa's newly founded Yahoo group for her biology project here.

Theresa, as always, you're an inspiration.

This is real beauty, Alice-style

If you haven't read this post over at Cottage Blessings, you must go now.

This is what real beauty and real love are all about.

I dare you not to relate

to this hilarious post from Jennifer at As Cozy as Spring.

St. Atticus

Lissa always posts a saint of the day over at Bonny Glen. So, how did I miss that yesterday was the feast of St. Atticus?!

It's news to me. I honestly did not know there was a St. Atticus. I took the name from Harper Lee's amazing book, which I love (love Gregory Peck, too ... not as much as my own Atticus, of course.) But, it appears there are a couple of Saints Atticus.

Not much is known about the Nov. 6th Atticus, other than his martyrdom. A little more is known about the Atticus whose feast day is January 8th.

And my Atticus? I don't know if he'll die a martyr, but he does lay down his life for us every day in the classrooms of America. He's a saint in our book.

Seeing stars

Don't miss this pretty craft over at Mozart and Mudpies. These stars will be so pretty in windows, on a Christmas tree, in doorways ....

Filed under "Things I really should do with my kids before or during Advent."

Monday, November 06, 2006

Doh!

I could kill my digital camera. Or the memory card. Or whatever. Not that I would know, because I'm an idiot about these things. I've pushed every button (I'm of the "When in doubt, start pushing buttons" variety with all things electronic) but it tells me the memory card is full, then it tells me the memory card needs reformatting, then it won't let me reformat and offers me a really annoying little picture of a broken hourglass and an error message.

And, it wouldn't transfer the WHOLE LOTTA pictures I took of the breadmaking process today. Oh, they were cute pictures, too. Mixing the dough, kneading the dough, playing with the dough, making the salt dough afterwards (because breadmaking is really just warm-up for a salt dough activity.) Then there was the pinnacle picture: the two beautiful loaves of french bread that were going to make you say, "I want that recipe! I want to make Atticus's bread, too!" And now, all that's left is the one picture you see here, of what's left of the bread after dinner (because I can still take pictures with the camera's internal memory, which allows me to take -- what? -- three pictures? Very large sigh.)

So, here are my two questions:

1. How do I reformat a memory card when the camera tells me "FileSys Err"? (And please don't tell me to read the instructions ... that would be too easy. I'd rather ask all of you.)

2. Do you still want Atticus's French Bread recipe? I'll give it to you, no matter what the answer.

Atticus's French Bread

1/2 c. milk
1 c. boiling water
1T. sugar
1T. canola or olive oil
1 pkg. yeast and 1/4 cup warm water, and a dash of sugar

4 c. flour
2 t. sugar
2 t. salt

Scald milk, then remove from heat. Add boiling water and T. of sugar and oil. Set aside and allow to cool.

Dissolve yeast in warm water, throw in a dash of sugar, and let sit about 10 minutes while milk mixture cools.

In a large bowl, mix flour, sugar and salt.

Add the yeast to the milk mixture, then add that to the flour. Mix thoroughly. (This is a no-knead recipe, but what's the fun of bread if you don't knead it a little? Let the kids knead. Or, work out your frustrations with your digital camera.)

Let rise in bowl to about double the size (about 90 minutes, but I sometimes take shortcuts.)

Form into two loaves, and place on greased cookie sheet. Let rise about 45 min. Bake at 350 degrees, for 25-30 minutes (if you like it the way Karen does -- soft bread. Yum.)

Or, bake for 15 min. @ 400 degrees, then lower temperature to 350, and bake 30-40 min. ( if you like it the way Atticus does -- the more classic, crunchier french crust.) Five min. before bread is done, brush with egg wash (1 beaten egg white and 1 T. water.)

Oh ... and be sure to take lots of pictures.

Edited/updated on Nov. 7th to note: I had planned this post to be part of Lissa's Impromptu MiniCarnival of Breadmaking, thus all the fun pictures of the kids making bread. (Or so I thought ... oh, don't get me started again ....) I didn't mean for it to turn into the screechings of a woman scorned. Sorry ....

Visit the carnival and enjoy that bread!

Science this week

We're knee deep in animals -- from icky, ooey-gooey ones to soft and cuddly kittens.

They aren't here in person (or would that be "in animal"?) but rather in the form of our delving into the classification of living things.

As a frugal homeschooler, I love to find things on the internet that work for us. Here are a few resources we've used so far as we explore a cyber menagerie:

  • A basic introductory page, helpful for Betsy. This site also has facts and interactive quizzes on protozoa, sponges, jellyfish, worms, insects, mollusks, echinoderms, chordates, amphibians, reptiles, and birds. See a quiz example here.
  • Online Learning Haven has a nice page, but doesn't get as detailed as we'd like. Still, this is a nice little chart as an introduction to the difference between vertebrates and invertebrates.
  • Science NetLinks also has some good ideas for Betsy's age group (grades 3-5.)
I also stocked up on library books, which I'll post about later. For now, though, I'll share the one that (although I got it for Ramona) made us all laugh out loud last night. If you've ever read Click, Clack, Moo: Cows that Type by Doreen Cronin, you'll fully appreciate the humor in Diary of a Worm, by the same author.

Happy classifying!

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Glitter soup

Sometimes, Betsy and Ramona just need a little glitter in their lives.

Sometimes, the activity in which they indulge during read-aloud time doesn't have to be educational, or have an end result to be displayed, or even mean anything.

Sometimes, all a girl needs is a table, some water, a measuring cup and a pretty bowl. Add a baggie full of multi-colored glitter, stir just so, and you have it: Glitter Soup.

Because, as Ramona said today, "A little glitter never hurt any table."