Monday, February 04, 2008

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

As I turned to leave the room after tucking Kindergarten boy into bed tonight, he sat up, signaled a Hawaiian "hang loose" gesture, and offered this charming, bed time send off:

Rock on freaky fro!!

Would someone like to tell me why my five-year old boy is channeling Jeff Spicoli?



I informed Mr. Little Man that "freaky" is not a description to which most moms aspire. Luckily, I made it out of the room before I lost it. I laughed so hard I cried. Or did I cry so hard I laughed?

Passing It On...


Thanks to mum6kids, author of

Thinking Love, No Twaddle

Time to pay it forward...I'm a little late in the game, admittedly.

If you receive this award from me, find ten other blogs that meet your criteria for excellence and present accordingly.

Here are my various criteria for the rated "E" award (awarded blogs meet one or more of the following):

inspirational
artful presentation, writing, and/or style )
informative
solid composition (unintentional, poor grammar is a pet peeve)
creative
creates literary envy in me
multi-dimensional
humorous, ironic
full-of-heart

(1) Et Tu? The Diary of a Former Atheist
Powerful. She is a skillful, poised writer who conveys immense wisdom and inspiration. Her graphics and artwork are captivating. What else can I say? Run, don't walk. Wow.

(2) Ask Sister Mary Martha
She has brought me to tears (of laughter) with her glib retorts and tell-it-like-is advice for the hoards and masses. There is significant debate in the blogging world as to whether she truly is a nun. I'm going to suspend disbelief here and go with the "she is" camp. It just makes me so happy to think so. Whomever or whatever she is, or is not, Sister Mary Martha is not to be missed.


(3) Middle-Aged, Not Muddle-Headed
No nonsense, joyful ruminations that just make me smile.


(4) M.O.M.S. Mothers of Many Saints
Hope was born to write. And inspire. If she's not published somewhere, it's a shame. Her post about mothers' focus on the image of a loving home humbled me. And made me re-examine my own m.o..

(5) Ten Reasons The Observations of a Seditious Catechist
All things Catholic from a father's vantage point. Rich is literary and uber-poised in his delivery. It's erudite prose for sure, so don't expect any fluff. It's impossible to leave his site and not feel educated.

(6) "And Miles Go Go Before We Sleep..."
Very good blog but I have to tell you, she gets my props for the header photo alone! Beautiful! Lovely imagery which perfectly embodies the spirit of her blog.

(7) The Mac & Cheese Chronicles
Great presentation, imagery, and content. Inspiring in her ability to work through grief and loss.

(8) Zany Life & Crazy Faith
Talk about rising from the ashes! Gives the hope to us early middle agers that there is a lot more on the horizon --if you make it happen. Makes this mommy re-evaluate the glass-half-empty perspective!

(9) Laura The Crazy Mama
No pretense--all heart! Great blog without the hoopla. The bells and whistles aren't necessary if your content is strong. Self-effacing, funny, and to-the-point.

(10) The Ironic Catholic
Lots of chuckles, good natured snark, and a touch of highbrow cynicism. The author is clearly faithful and committed so no worries about offensive or disrespectful content. Poking-fun-at-ourselves commentary without rancor.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Lent Is Almost Here!

If suffering is the objective, we've certainly got that covered with these Lenten staples:




Oh well. So be it. I love Lent, actually. Guilt, suffering, and penance are wonderful filters for a dusty soul. The ultimate in spiritual spring cleaning. When Easter arrives, you feel cleansed and in your best form. Deprivation also gives scale to the bounty and abundance in our lives. You just appreciate things more. Even manufactured fish rectangles. Yum yum.

So start figuring out which form of deprivation makes you the most miserable, and come next Wednesday, start suffering. And don't look for Lent loopholes in order to take a break from your misery. Buck up and deal. You'll live.

More on Lent next week. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Voting: A Vocation and a Duty

How many times have you heard a politician recite the following?:

"I'm personally opposed to abortion but...I support the law of the land as affirmed by Roe V. Wade."

To this I respond: Sorry. That dog won't hunt. Not any more.

Our elected officials no longer get it both ways. The pro-life position requires proponents to bear witness through action and results. It means using talent and power to protect human beings in all stages of life. Womb to the tomb. A true pro-life stance is not championed by a tepid, conditional declaration and a tacit acceptance of the status quo. Take, for instance, Rudolph Giuliani's flimsy, non-committal position:

"...in a country like ours, where people of good faith, people who are equally decent, equally moral, and equally religious, where they come to different conclusions about this, ... I believe you have to respect their viewpoint. ... I would grant women the right to make that choice (to have an abortion.)"-- Fox News interview

Skillful verbiage, to be sure. The success of moral relativism always depends on a masterful delivery. But how is it that so many fellow Catholics fall for this centrist wish-wash? And are our clergy holding Giuliani and other Catholic leaders (such as Ted Kennedy and Nancy Pelosi) responsible for these shameful, do-nothing positions?

As for our part...We, the laity, have a responsibility to battle sin. One of the most effective ways to do this is by voting in alignment with the doctrine of our Church. If the candidate is not absolutely pro-life, then we must withhold our vote. Even if said candidate is "the lesser of two evils". Even if they hold admirable positions on other, key issues. What's more, we must vote for the pro-life candidate whenever the opportunity presents itself. We can learn much from Evangelical Christians in this regard. Their voting power is united, consistent, and powerful. Fath
er John Corapi, a respected and nationally recognized speaker weighs in with this:

"Catholics today in the United States represent the single largest religious voting block in the country, yet we have had relatively little effect in recent years. The reason is that an enormous number of Catholics are not faithful to their lay state in life."

In this time of political discernment and potential change, we are called to witness our faith and to give voices to those who have none. If we, a faith community, are not willing to protect the very young, the very old, and the infirmed, why bother concerning ourselves with border control, national security, education, the economy or even the environment? Why are so many Catholics, of all people, standing mute, while human beings, the presumed beneficiaries of government and politics, are willfully destroyed? Father Corapi makes a salient point about the untapped power, the sheer opportunity within our grasp:

"Abortion...could never exist in this once great country if the Catholic lay faithful were witnessing their faith powerfully and without compromise."

Let these words be our guide in the upcoming primary elections and all others to follow.





Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Party Is Over. Isn't It?

My 5-year old received this in the mail today:






Playing games? Eating brownies? You don't have to ask him twice!

I have to give this little boy's mother themommymemoir All Heart-No Pretense Award. How wonderful to just let this be what it is--a kid's birthday party... When I witness this type of simple, in-the-moment parenting, I feel humbled. And inspired.

By the way, don't you wish that adult parties had an end-time? No awkward clanking-of-dishes or the "gee, I sure do have a lot going on this week" declaration in order to mozy your mirth-makers toward the front door. No wondering if you've overstayed your welcome or, conversely, if you have offended the host by leaving prematurely. There's none of that social guesswork at kids' parties. It's all stipulated from the get-go.

For my husband, there is never such a quandary. For him, it's party 'till the break 'o dawn or his wife's break down, whichever comes first...This is not to say that I don't enjoy parties--I do. Really. But I get my fill and then, well, I'm wondering what's on the Drudge Report. Or what books are on my nightstand. Or just how far I can extend Pi.

Jim just shakes his head in resignation. In his world, the merriment continues as long as even one hang-dog soul remains in an upright position. And do not get me started on his family's goodbye ritual. Suffice it to say, I've learned after thirteen years of marriage that if I want to leave, I need to give him a head's up at least one hour out. In fact, my husband's (and most of my in-law's) rite-of-goodbye often rivals the duration and festivity of the party itself. God love these talk-crazy people.

I love 'em too, actually. A lot.

And as far as a party-end time... I know it's never going to happen...I guess it really is a social convention for the less-than-four-feet crowd. In the meantime, I've always got Pi.

P.S. So far, I've made it to 3.14159265




Monday, January 28, 2008

A Keeper


Found this post-it note on my computer today...



Totally unsolicited--complements of my little Kindergarten man. In the words of his favorite fictional heroine--Junie B. Jones, "Wowie, wow, wow".

Sunday, January 27, 2008

On "E" Tonight

It was a long weekend capping off an equally long week. Time to start over tomorrow. I feel a little war torn after a night of defending my faith and my Church to a family member who is utterly disenchanted with Catholicism. It always saddens me when the Church sustains yet another casualty as a result of the priest/pedophile nightmare. It's doubly upsetting when the casualty is someone known to me. I understand her frustration when she says cannot bear the thought of one dime of her tithe being appropriated to suit settlements associated with the scandal. I've often thought the very same thing.

Just over six years ago, my RCIA instructor imparted a thought that has helped me through my moments of doubt where the Church is concerned. She said that we must think of our Church as a family. A very good, kind, loving family. But an imperfect one. And simply because a family has problems does not mean that you up and leave. You stay, you work it out, you make it better. You do the best you can. Because ultimately, no person or thing can ever replace your family.

In the meantime, this convert, this mommy, this wife, needs some sleep. Badly. More thoughts on this later.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Hey Chippy!

Chippy Gillespie?


My three-year old JoJo has decided that the mommy's new name is Chippy. Recent example:


Mommy: Hurry! We're late. Get your shoes on now!
JoJo: OK mommy, in a minute...
Mommy: No, now! Let's get a move on.
JoJo: OOOOOHKAAAYYYY CHIPPY!!!!!


Fish and chippy?

?


I should correct her but I have a hard time keeping a straight face when she says it. Where she got this? Absolutely no idea.



That Number We Don't Like

You know---the number. And it's not 777. It's the number before 7 and after 5. Three of them in a row. That's as much as you're going to get me to type. I can't help it. I'm spooky like that.

I'll just cut-and-paste this chart so that I don't have to type that number. Take a look. It's awfully funny, even if the author is toying with disaster, scoffing at the dark side's company logo. Said author, by the way, is unknown.

A Fun Collection of Beastly Numbers

Click to enlarge






Over-The-Top You Say?

For those of you who think this mommy is just a wee over zealous in her religious convictions... I've got a reality check for you. And yes, I do think the Catholic quips are funny.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE BECOMING TOO FUNDAMENTAL WHEN...


* You think Jesus is too liberal.
* You enjoy talking to people in King James English.
* You have your application in for the Trinity.
* You are building your own pulpit for your living room.
* You think hair tonic is Biblical.
* You believe Moses could have shaved.
* You thought Naked Gun was a Clint Eastwood movie.
* You built your own ark model.
* You pointed out all the errors in Jurassic Park according to Genesis.
* You think Monopoly teaches greed.
* You support Hare Krishna's in the airport because it means your denomination can have a booth across the hall.
* You think Mormons are mistaken but they sure do dress nice.
* You think genuflect is a type of mirror.
* You wish you could preach like Louis Farrakhan.
* You can prove that unscrambling "Santa" is "Satan."
* You know that Jesus was born in April but probably would have liked a tree anyway.
* You exchange any currency that has three 6's in a row.
* You think credit cards are a tool of the devil to identify you to the Anti-Christ.
* You think that bar codes are demonic.
* You enjoy Wal Mart.
* You take National Geographic and draw bikinis on all the naked people.
* You think People Magazine is pornography.
* You found back masking on Amy Grant's albums that chant.
* You think that Gregorian Chants are a tool of the devil
* You think laughter is a tool of the devil.
* You think that tools are tools of the devil.
* you think that tools are devils.
* You think the J. C. Penny catalog is pretty snappy.
* You think Victoria's Secret is an Illuminati conspiracy.
* You know the writing on the statue of liberty's tablet was put there by a Mason.
* You have a chart of the hidden symbols of the dollar bill.
* You thought Jerry Falwell was liberal.
* You think Mother Theresa was stocking away all her money and getting away on wild weekends at Cannes.
* You say "Darn."
* You have all of your radio buttons tuned into religious stations.
* You enjoy Muzak.
* Your idea of a hot weekend is to attend an anti-Catholic seminar.
* If you've ever helped in a baptism and you thought they should stay under water longer.
* You won't wear a robe even in the bathroom.
* You won't wear colored underwear.
* You think the guy with the hair and John 3:16 sign at golf tournaments is liberal.
* You think Deviled ham is a conspiracy of the Illumnati.
* You think Bingo was a pretty good game until the Catholics took it over.
* You think Charlton Heston was great in the Ten Commandments. . .but you repent of watching it because movies are a tool of the devil.
* You say Amen more than once an hour.
* You pray so long your food gets cold.
* You think doctors are a tool of the devil.
* You think teachers are a tool of the devil.
* You think science is a tool of the devil.
* You think Burt Reynolds was great in Smoky and the Bandit. . . but you repent of watching it because movies are a tool of the devil.
* You have a fish on the back of your car, your boat, your bicycle and your briefcase.
* You become an Amway dealer to evangelize in disguise.
* You like being an Amway dealer.
* You think A.A. is liberal.
* You have your name stamped on all your Bibles.
* You have more than 10 Bibles.
* You think that Catholics actually pray to little plaster statues.
* You think Notre Dame football team are all secretly Jesuit priests in an Illuminati conspiracy.
* You think Amy Grant is a tool of the devil.
* You think underneath the Pope's skull cap is the mark of the beast.
* You have evidence "They" are rebuilding the temple in Jerusalem.
* You name your children after the apostles.
* You name your child Ichabod, Shalmaneser, Jeremiah or Ezekiel.
* You have a Bible Cover that looks like a doily.
* You won't own a credit card because "they" might use to give you a "mark of the beast."
* You rail against Catholics for statues but wear a cross around your own neck.
* You always bring bean casserole to a church pot-luck.

--author unknown.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Kindness Crisis

This issue is so shameful it makes my blood boil!

Within the last few months, a popular men's magazine (with which I'm only vaguely familiar) declared that the actress Sarah Jessica Parker is the "most unsexy woman in America". They may have even said she is the "most unsexy woman in the world". I don't recall their parameters with great specificity and I'm not in the mood to research the particulars.

This is not a post where I intend to argue on behalf of the actress's beauty or lack thereof. I'm also not discussing the merits of her acting, the roles she chooses, or her morality. Some people think she hangs the moon and others, well...not so much. Whatever. Leave those concerns for the folks who want to devote their time and efforts to the lives of celebrities. This is themommymemoir, not perezhilton.com.

What makes me apoplectic, however, is the unabashed cruelty of these remarks. Did these goons forget that Sarah Jessica Parker is someone's wife, someone's mother, and someone's daughter? Would they want their wives labeled this way? Their sisters? Why is she the target of these frat boy pundits and their editors? And why is such unchivalrous, ungentlemen-like behavior tolerated?

Apparently, bullying sells magazines. In droves. But what a sad testament to the state of our cultural morality. How are we teaching our young men to value and respect women when this prolific cruelty is a bankable commodity? And what are our young women to think about themselves when they witness such brazen, misogynistic bullying?

Of course, kindness starts in the home. Children have to know that it's not OK, EVER, to intentionally humiliate another human being. Even if that person is in a relative position of power, prestige, or wealth. Even if it seems harmless or funny. And children must witness their parents' commitment against bullying, in all forms. Blatant, subtle, "humorous" or otherwise.

As an aside, I saw Sarah Jessica Parker's fragrance ad in a magazine yesterday. It's been around for some time so it didn't catch my eye...at first. And then I noticed the text.



Lovely on the inside. What a refreshing sentiment. I could be wrong but something tells me that the "on the inside" phrase is a recent addition to the ad's text...What a subtle, dignified response to those mean spirited boy-men from that creepy, cheesecake rag. A tasteful reminder that beauty is also about heart, mind, and soul. It's about a radiant inner confidence that speaks volumes about character. It's about having the courage to fully own what one is given and making the best of it. And mostly, it's about rejecting a celluloid, manufactured standard of beauty that is devoid of natural grace and femininity.

Bravo to Sarah Jessica Parker.

Now that's celebrity behavior to emulate. Finally.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

A Day of Penance and Prayer


"In all the dioceses of the United States of America, January 22 shall be observed as a particular day of penance for violations to the dignity of the human person committed through acts of abortion, and of prayer for the full restoration of the legal guarantee of the right to life."

The personal is indeed political. And I assume we agree that the promotion of social justice, or lack thereof, is not a cultural norm for the rank and file Catholic. While the conversation surrounding abortion is unpleasant at best, we are remiss in our devotion to Christ's mission when we remain silent. Or when we turn a deaf ear to those who may seem...well, fanatical about the issue. Something tells me that even this post will be the cause of an eyeball roll among some of my own friends and family.

So be it.

On this day of penance, we should reflect on our culpability and our silence. Let's show as much contrition for our own inaction, apathy, and resignation as we do for the act itself.

I'm told the total number of American soldiers killed in the war in Iraq is roughly equal to the number of daily abortions.

Our silence equates to complicity.


Friday, January 18, 2008

MLK


Every single American should hear his speech, in its entirety, at least once.

The beauty, the art, and the POWER of words.


Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Christmas Card OCD - Recap!


Thanks friends for enduring my annual Christmas card shakedown. I have to admit--it worked. We got a haul this year! It's good to know that if my peeps aren't feeling the greeting card love, I can manhandle my way into their hearts...By the way, Oracle has been known to employ similar methods. Her brother endearingly refers to her brand of influence as the "choke chain of love".

We mommies know that the free will thing is overrated. Every Christmas, we'll get you into the spirit of the season one way or another. The Borg from Star Trek said it best: resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.

While I truly appreciate each and every greeting that you send, I especially enjoy the photo cards--which get posted right outside the mommy headquarters (see photo). I eventually get around to taking them down (just yesterday). Of course it pains me because I can't bring myself to simply toss all of those beautiful pictures. So, into another box they go. It's no wonder that our house is packed to the rafters. Some day they're gonna have to dig me out. But for now, I'll just keep adding to the collection. Plans for next year's card campaign are in the works. Brace yourself.

I do believe we are now officially done with holiday discussions, preparations, analysis, musings, reflections, rantings, and wrap-ups. And no, we're never done with the wonder of Christ's birth. I'm just talking about all of the surrounding whoopity-do-dang-dingle.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

No Dance Class...For Modesty's Sake

I've recently pulled my daughter out of a community dance class because I objected to the costumes that the children would wear at recital time. The costume slated for my daughter wasn't particularly immodest--it was just tacky and had a very "kiddie pageant" kind of feel to it. The little girl in the brochure had oodles of make-up on with her hair professionally styled and hair-sprayed to high Heaven. She was supposed to be some sort of miniature Southern belle. Scarlett O'Hara for the under-four-feet set. Cheesy sums it up best.

What really got me was the costume that the next age group was supposed to wear. A spaghetti strap top with a bare midriff was the crowning glory of this getup. I wouldn't let my daughter play in this type of clothing let alone PERFORM in it.

Even in my "golden-buckle-of-the-Bible-belt" community, it appears as though the park district staff think I'm over the top on this issue. Oh well. JoJo is only three but modesty is a concept she already understands. And I can clearly see that the "battle" against external forces starts now and is probably only one of many in years to come. Lucky me!

Friday, January 11, 2008

Prayer For Peace...My Own This Time

Borrowed from A Cup of Tea With Anne, another noteworthy Catholic mom blog...

I really needed this one tonight. I think every married woman needs this from time to time:

Lord, help me to be a good wife. I fully realize that I don’t have what it takes to be one without Your help. Take my selfishness, impatience, and irritability and turn them into kindness, long-suffering, and the willingness to bear all things. Take my old emotional habits, mindsets, automatic reactions, rude assumptions, and self-protective stance, and make me patient, kind, good, faithful, gentle, and self-controlled. Take the hardness of my heart and break down the walls with Your battering ram of revelation. Give me a new heart and work in me Your love, peace, and joy (Galatians 5:22, 23). I am not able to rise above who I am at this moment. Only You can transform me.

Show me where there is sin in my heart, especially with regard to my husband. I confess the times I’ve been unloving, critical, angry, resentful, disrespectful, or unforgiving toward him. Help me to put aside any hurt, anger, or disappointment I feel and forgive him the way You do---totally and completely, no looking back.

Homeschooling...Help Me Understand

Friends, I just don't get the homeschooling concept. For those of you who partake, this is by no means an attack. It's simply an attempt to understand a way-of-life that I find baffling. Up until the last 5-10 years or so, homeschooling was pegged as a fundamentalist, evangelical endeavor. More and more, however, I hear of Catholic families joining the learn-at-home ranks. After perusing several of the Catholic mom blogs, I was amazed by the sheer number of homeschoolers. Really surprised, actually.

I'm a conservative, Catholic, SAHM who strives to raise my children (with my husband of course) in a moral and loving home. We blow it from time to time, we're not perfect parents by any means, but we give it our best shot and keep trying. What's more, we both strongly believe in Catholic education. Both of us attended Catholic grammar and high school. My son is in Kindergarten at our local, parish school and his sister will join him when she begins three-year old pre-school next Fall.

I could compose a really lengthy post on what I perceive to be the downside of providing your children's education yourself, in your own home, day in and day out. But I wouldn't feel any more informed in doing so. So, I'm asking you blogging, Catholic SAHMs to provide me with insight as to what you perceive to be the benefits/downsides of homeschooling your children. And I guess the burning question is why you are not supportive of traditional, parish-based Catholic schooling? After all, Catholic education is still considered by many to be the gold standard. Why has it seemed to lose it's appeal with so many of you?

Thursday, January 10, 2008

I Wish I Had Said It...Feminist Irrelevance

Well, I sorta did say it in another post. But here's the quote of the day from the queen of all punditry (with regard to Gloria Steinem's love-fest op-ed on Hillary Clinton):

"Steinem's fawning, gaseous New York Times op-ed about her pal Hillary this week speaks volumes about the snobby clubbiness and reactionary sentimentality of the fossilized feminist establishment, which has blessedly fallen off the cultural map in the 21st century..."
-- from Camille Paglia's Hillary Without Tears post, Salon.com

Cupcake Contraband


Despite JoJo's weekend birthday, I didn't want her to miss out on a celebration with her little friends at pre-school. Some cupcakes, treat bags and we're good to go, right?

Not so fast. Many schools are now justifiably sensitive about peanut allergies. So, children are often no longer permitted to bring homemade treats for in-class celebrations. Parents now have to send their kids to school with the store bought, slacker mom variety. This is because the school staff needs to be able to inspect an ingredient list to verify that no peanuts are used in the product. I don't like it but I understand. Grrrrr.

Not the end of the story. I march my eager and proud three-year old JoJo into school on Tuesday. No further than the lobby, a staff member pulled me aside in order to conduct the ingredient interrogation. My store-bought cupcakes did indeed have an ingredient list but because the label was ripped—the cupcakes were a no-go. The reason, you ask? I was told that the missing part of the label could have contained the cupcake factory disclaimer indicating that the product could have been made in a factory where the equipment may have been used to make yet another product that may have contained peanuts. As far as the treat bags…they were closely inspected and while not fully meeting regulatory standards, she let it go because the candy was "probably all right". But I definitely got the "don't-let-it- happen-again-eyeballs".

Folks…I'm all about protecting children. I understand that allergy induced anaphylaxis can kill a child. And I'm sure that the school has received legal advice that it must enforce a rigorous policy where food allergies are concerned. But it's really absurd and even a little sad that the vast majority must miss out on a childhood pleasure on the off and VERY REMOTE CHANCE that one child MIGHT have peanut allergies. Allergies so severe, in fact, that the slightest residue could induce a lethal response. I know, it's a possibility and yes I've heard all of the horror stories. But have we gone a little over-the-edge here, all in an effort to protect our children from every conceivable malady, infliction and Act-of-God?

This isn't just a cupcake issue. It sure seems like our children are missing out on a lot. My son will never know what it's like to just play alone in the front yard. Or spend an entire summer afternoon riding bikes with his friends without the obligatory parental chaperone. When he does ride his bike or scooter, I'm in close proximity and his protection gear rivals that of an NFL linebacker. If I fail to implement the recommended safety guidelines and (gasp) use my own judgment, I'll be subjected to the bony finger of suburban mommy contempt. Yes, I admit it. Whether he or JoJo need all of these safeguards or not, I tote the party line for fear that I may be judged as lax. Or worse. And no mother worth her salt wants any such label.

All of this begs the question: Are things really so much worse, so much more perilous than say, twenty years ago? I'm not sure. I do hazard to guess that our perception of danger has surely increased. And I'm not entirely convinced that our hyper-vigilance has made our children quantifiably safer. Neurotic, perhaps. Over-protected, maybe. But safer…that's a tough call.

As far as JoJo's school party—this mommy scrambled to the nearby store and purchased a regulation, standard issue cupcake replacement. Crisis averted.

This one anyway.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

I Wish I Had Said It....Obama


Barack Obama is really good at creating a lot of excitement for big, bad ideas.

--Don and Roma Morning Show, WLS am 890, 1-9-08

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Pro-abortion P.R.: A New Angle

Driving behind a nondescript family sedan yesterday, I immediately noticed the following bumper sticker:

Prayerfully Pro-Choice

Unbelievable. On second thought, I really shouldn't be surprised. You just have to wonder though..What spin doctor conjured this pearl of an oxymoron? Who or what is the driving force behind this absurd alliteration?

Clearly, some pro-abortion ranks have "softened" their communication strategy. It's "cool" to be conservative as of late. And, since prayer is often linked to the those who are faithful, and by extension conservative, some publicist probably thought that "prayerfully pro-choice" was the way to go. Most savvy communicators realize that the militant "hands off my body" mantra has a dated and harsh ring to it. Apparently the tactics are now changing.

Take a moment to "google" the phrase. There are many Protestant groups as well as individuals promoting this pretzel logic.




I talk about God because God and I are very close. God gives you choice. God gives you freedom of choice. That’s in the Bible."— Whoopi Goldberg, The Choices We Made,quoted in RCRC’s Prayerfully Pro-Choice: Resources for Worship.

Hmmm. I'll agree with you on one thing Whoopi. He does give us free choice. But I might remind you and others that He also holds us accountable for those choices.

I'm not going to belabor the point here. Anyone who is pro-life recognizes the patent inconsistency of the "prayerfully pro-choice" sound bite. Once again, I'm brought back to Hannah Arendt's assertion that evil is frequently cloaked in banality.

As we approach the Sanctity of Human Life Week this month, I urge those who share the pro-life position to maintain assertive voices, especially in light of this latest, shameful rhetoric. Speak for those who are the weakest and least protected among us.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

It's Official...JoJo is Three!

This seems so recent to me....





And yet here you are, already three! I can hardly believe it. Happy birthday sweet girl. You'll always be my baby.





Friday, January 04, 2008

New Computer Smell

It almost rivals new car smell.

There's nothing like the aroma of a fresh-from-the-packing-crate computer. The docs are crisp as new money and the connectors and cables are in that honeymoon period where I actually show a slight concern for them. Soon enough, all of those needed but forgettable extras will be mysteriously drawn into mommy's random electronic drawer--otherwise known as the Bermuda Triangle of computer peripherals.




Drum roll please...Jim is transferring all of my data from the desktop dinosaur onto my brand spanking new, razzle dazzle laptop that I got for Christmas from the DH. It's sooooo cool. It's a modern marvel. It's got a 17" wide screen monitor, wireless everything, built-in TV tuner. With our wireless network, I can blog anywhere I want within the house. I can put it on the counter in the kitchen or in the bathroom or laundry room or the basement and watch any programming that we get through cable. It's got a built in camera/microphone/speakers. The audio/video is incredible. The apps are all new and have about a million functionalities that I have to become familiar with. It's docking station is really trick too--in case I get a hankering to work at my old standby desk area off of the kitchen.

Ethan, being the true and proper spawn of a couple of geeks, was surveying the laptop and trying hard not to reveal his inner-lurking, green eyed monster. My dear child mentioned that he and McKenna could just take the laptop and "you can just keep the old computer since you're used to it". When that approach failed, he just went for the "I really, really want it because it looks so new and cool".

Dream on shrimp. No laptop for a five-year old. But he does get street cred for giving it a shot.

Despite my son's Veruca Salt moment, the mommy is very excited about the new addition to our family. So, I'll be back in a few days to give Jim some time over the weekend to get this thing a hummin'. And I'll be reporting on JoJo's third birthday--of course. In style!

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Sister Mary Martha Says...

I don't know anything about her background or what order she belongs to. But I do know she is an absolute scream. I stumbled on her site and I am fully addicted. She's a writer's writer and mega funny to boot! I'm sure I'll be sharing her quotable quotes from time to time. This one is classic

"....I have a hunch she's not Catholic. Which means she's missed the bandwagon and has hopped into a Yugo, in terms of spiritual guidance..."











I'll have to use that one sometime with my ever growing list of evangelical friends. Not sure any of them would take kindly to having their brand of worship likened to the most bare-bones vehicle ever made. Then again, I see Sister's point. The Yugo served a purpose; it did the job. Sort of. Just barely. On second thought...maybe we won't mention this little quip to our fundamentalist brethren.

Never mind that. You can read this post and many more on her truly wonderful blog: Ask Sister Mary Martha

Who Doesn't Need One of These?

OK...I know I said I would lay off promoting stuff for awhile, but I have to share this latest must-have:

Hail Hail, the Gang's All Here Emergency Pass to Heaven


Turns out, Sister Mary Martha has a product line. Well of course she does. Here is her description of the above pictured saint bracelet:

If you manage to make a good confession before you kick the bucket, you'll make it to heaven to matter how rotten you were(if you are truly sorry. The trick is you have to have a priest to absolve you.)

So you'll definitely want this useful bracelet. The front is littered with heavenly help and the back gives instructions to the EMT's who are scraping you off the street to CALL A PRIEST.

On the front of the medal we have Jesus and Mary Themselves, St. Anthony (so you don't lose your soul, too), St. Christopher (patron saint of travelers) and the Holy Spirit to guide your soul in the right direction, just in case you've laid in the ditch too long.

On the back the Miraculous Medal and Our Lady of Perpetual Help. What a bonanza!

Available for very reasonable prices through her on-line store Heaven Help Us, which resides on the Etsy handmade goods site. Check it out: more Sister Mary Martha stuff.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

A Long Time Ago...Is Now

"...She thought to herself, 'This is now.'...She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago..."

These are the recollections of a sixty-five year old woman, recounting her childhood thoughts from many, many years earlier. The author is the late Laura Ingalls Wilder and these are the closing words from her beloved children's classic, Little House In the Big Woods, originally published in 1932.

How I love all of the Little House books. (Her autobiographical fiction is often confused with the 1970s TV show "Little House on the Prairie". The show was very loosely based upon a narrow time period described in the books and its writers took great creative license with story lines.) Mrs. Wilder's writing, prosaic and pure, has captured the imaginations of countless children and adults alike. I have read the entire series so many times I have lost count. What resonates with me now, as an adult, is the subtle skill with which Wilder depicts the bounty, the adventure of every day, family life. She extols not only the virtue but the necessity of family harmony, and how it was tantamount to the very survival of America's pioneers . Wilder never romanticizes the past but rather, softly celebrates the love that is possible within families, despite hardship, regardless of adversity. A girl of 11 and a woman of 41 can glean inspiration from her storytelling.

The other night I briefly took mental inventory of my family while they were busy doing the things that families do. Ethan and Jim were building something-or-other with Star Wars legos; McKenna was twirling around in front of the fireplace. It was bitterly cold outside this December evening but our house was warm, safe, and content. I wanted to freeze the moment. If I achieve nothing else, I know I gave my kids a loving, safe home. Not perfect by any means. But a soft place to land when needed.

There are so many instances in our lives when we wish that time would literally stand still. What is so surprsing is that these moments aren't usually centered around orchestrated celebrations or hyper-planned vacations. They just sneak up on you and unfold. Like the time that Jim and I, along with Shana, Pat, Lupita, and Eric, camped at Little Basin in the Bay Area. We took a hike at night and something prompted us to all lie flat on our backs, all in a row, and just admire the show of stars that clear, crisp night. No one spoke for several minutes and I remember thinking how perfect this brief, uncharacteristic moment was. How happy I was for no reason other than everything was just exactly the way it should be...

While Ethan drifted off to sleep tonight, I read a few chapters from Little House in the Big Woods. I realized that my now will be my children's long time ago. Of course, they have no sense of this reality and that is, at least in part, the wonder of childhood. They, too, believe that now is now. It can never be a long time ago.


Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Solemnity Of the Holy Mother of God








If there is ANY feast day that the Mommy Memoir should document, it is today. Our Blessed Mother, the epitome of motherhood, is honored this New Year's Day--the Octave of Christmas. We celebrate her motherhood--which was both divine and virginal.

She is every mother's role model and inspiration. While she is not a deity, she was and is without sin and champions the needs of humanity in Heaven. We believe that she intercedes on our behalf with God.

I know this in my heart. She has come to my aid often.


Monday, December 31, 2007

2007 Was a Blogger Year

My blog now receives 75-100 unique visitors a day. By internet standards, this is minuscule. In the mommy's world, however, that's a whole lotta folks.

Thanks to the following for your blog acknowledgments/support/comments over the past year: My husband Jim, Aunt Melody (California), Aunt Melody (Georgia), Aunt Robin, Oracle, Meghan, Christy, Eddy, Lauri, Mary O., Aunt Bea, Phyllis, Tracy, Trish, and Kenya.

As for everyone else, comment on a post now and then, give me feedback, share an opinion, or take me to task. The comments I get from perfect strangers, while appreciated, far outnumber those received from friends and loved ones.

When issuing critiques, I make an effort to protect personal anonymity. When praising or congratulating, I do reveal surnames from time to time. If this makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. I've chosen to reveal a good portion of my family's life story for the purpose of preserving a bit of history. If I have unwittingly revealed more than your comfort-level-share of personal information, please give me this feedback. I'm open to receiving it and editing posts accordingly.

More blogging in 2008--that's for sure.

Blessings in the year to come.

L

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Yard Decorating on Steroids

There are some folks who just don't buy into the "less is more" thing.


(Click on image for larger view...if you dare)


You simply must go to tackychristmasyards.com. I was howling with laughter.

Some of the comments are as hysterical as the photos. "They must not watch news at all. I think global warming started right here"..."I was exhausted just looking at it"..."My snow globe is bigger than my house"..."We've hit the inflatable motherload"..."My electric bill is bigger than yours"..."Help! We're trapped behind a chain link fence and we can't deliver presents".

Disclaimer: This is all in good fun and we applaud these over-the-top decorators. Keep in mind that many of the photos on the above mentioned site are self-submitted. If they can laugh at themselves--so can we.



Pregnancy Sentiment


My youngest sister is expecting and I'm very happy for her. However, I don't think I'll be sending her this card anytime soon. :-)

I'm so thankful for my children but getting them here was, well...not fun. I had nearly every common yet highly uncomfortable pregnancy malady that you can think of. Not to mention the beauty issues. Some women become more lovely in pregnancy. I, on the other hand, was a planet--complete with my own gravity. Any number of common, household items regularly orbited my substantial girth.

So no, I did not enjoy most of the pregnancy experience. But I'm sure glad I did it. And now that I'm 41 and the necessary anatomy is no longer in working order, I do kinda wish that we could have had just one more....

So be it. The ones I've got are all that I could ask for and more. In the meantime, it's good to laugh about pregnancy.....now.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Happy Birthday Monica!

Happy birthday friend!

I've known you for almost as long as I can remember. Hopefully, I'll know you for as long as I am no longer ABLE to remember you or anyone else for that matter.

One cannot replace a life long friend. The new, fresh-from-the-package kind of friendships don't have bumps, bruises, and worn out parts. But they also don't feel like your grandma's writing chair. Or your fuzzy blanket. Or taste like macaroni and tomatoes on a rainy, cold day.

This kind of friendship just has to stew. You throw in the good with the not-so-good. And somehow, what you end up with is something pretty darned decent and, by the way, nearly impossible to replicate. Maybe not a culinary delight but a jambalaya that is as comforting as it is evolving. A dish to count on during times of joy and of despair.

So here's to you and that golden spike Missy.

Happy birthday!!!!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

New Header

In case you're wondering...the women on my new header are (left to right): My paternal grandmother (Sue Alvarez McDonald), my mother (Sheryl Whistance), me, my maternal grandmother (Jane Drennan Whistance), and my maternal great-grandmother (Rosa Baldwin Whistance).

Millie Out of ICU

(The card that the kids and I made for Millie today. Click on image to enlarge.)


We are thankful. True to form, she's telling everyone to stay home and to not go to the trouble of visiting her.

Eckrothspeak translation: Please come visit me. The sooner, the better.

Love, love, love you mother-in-law.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Random Traveling Information

States I have visited:


Countries I have visited:



Wow...and I thought I had done a lot of travel. I've only seen 7% of the world!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

May the wonder that is Christ's love

be with you this day and always.



The Eckroth Family


Leigh, Jim, Ethan, and McKenna

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Eve Revelation

As I begin to wrap untold numbers of presents for my family, I think of all that our Father has given to us and I am in awe. He loves us so much that He literally gave us His only son. What an amazing and mysterious truth.

The greatest gift of all.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

The Holy Father and Christmas

Pope Benedict is not winning popular favor with the press nor with a recognizable number of Catholics. True enough, he's not particularly charismatic in the way that popular culture has grown to expect. Nevertheless, his words cut to the heart of crucial issues surrounding our faith and what is expected of us as a result of this gift. As I read more of Pope Benedict's work, I am developing an admiration for his ability to drill down to the point.

The Holy Father recently voiced a reminder about the profound meaning of Christmas and the relevancy of this Miracle in our daily lives:

"Moreover," he added, "we have formed a view of tolerance and pluralism such that to believe that Truth has been effectively manifested appears to constitute an attack on tolerance and the freedom of man. If, however, truth is canceled, is man not a being deprived of meaning? Do we not force ourselves and the world into a meaningless relativism?"

He continued: "How important it is, then, for us to reinforce the mystery of salvation which the celebration of Christ's Nativity brings. In Bethlehem the Light that illuminates our lives was revealed to the world; we were shown the Way that leads us to the fullness of our humanity. If we do not recognize that God was made man, what sense does it have to celebrate Christmas? We Christians must reaffirm with profound and heartfelt conviction the truth of Christ's nativity, in order to bear witness before everyone of the unique gift which brings wealth not just to us, but to everyone.

"From here," the Holy Father added, "arises the duty of evangelization, which is the communication of the 'eu-angelion,' the 'good news.' "

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

If You Don't Want To Look Frumpy...

DO NOT wear any of the following (according to O Magazine):

(1) any type of holiday themed sweatshirts, sweaters, etc. No reindeer. No teddy bears.
(2) granny necklaces that tell how many grandchildren you have
(3) souvenir t-shirts
(4) t-shirts with meant-to-be-funny sayings
(5) overalls
(6) acid-washed jeans
(7) ripped jeans
(8) shoulder pads
(9) flannel shirts
(10) muumuus
(11) photo handbags
(12) flesh colored hose
(13) penny loafers
(14) oversized blazers
(15) mommy robes
(16) thin gold chain necklaces
(17) elastic waist pants
(18) granny undies
(19) baggy sweats
(20) Bearlike, full-length fur coats
(21) short shorts
(22) cargo pants
(23) stockings with reinforced toes
(24) three-piece suits with vests
(25) backpacks

I agree with this list but I will fess up to throwing on the baggy sweats now and then. C'mon...

Monday, December 17, 2007

How Parenthood Changed Me

I think most people know that life will be different after children arrive. And it is. In a whole host of ways that you would surely expect. What I did not see coming was the reshaping of a very basic and universal fear.....death. I no longer worry about it in terms of what happens TO ME when I'm gone. Now it's more about what happens to THEM if I'm no longer here.

What's more, it recently dawned on me that my children will one day pass on (shudder). Hopefully, it will be after a long, fulfilling, love-filled life. One day, my baby Ethan will be a grandfather, maybe even a great-grandfather. And McKenna. What type of elderly lady will she be? Will those dimples of hers be her trade mark despite the inevitable wrinkles and lines? How will my children remember me when they reach their twilight? Will they know even then that they were loved beyond words? Will McKenna reminisce with her big brother and ask him if he remembers all those years ago when their mommy would rock them to sleep and tell them that she loved them "to the moon, to the stars and back again"?

Sometimes I watch elderly people and wonder what they were like as children. When my mother-in-law laughs, I see a cheerful, strawberry blond girl-- circa 1933. She twirls in the small backyard of her family's modest Chicago home on a humid summer afternoon. She dreams of what her life will be like someday. And she dismisses this passing thought as her milkman father greets his little girl at the end of a hard day. He pats her on her head, straightens her bow, and asks what mother's got in store for dinner. She skips behind her Daddy as they enter the house. The year 2007 is as knowable to this social, happy child as the planet Mars.




In an instant, I'm in the here and now. I remind myself how precious and fragile life is. And fleeting. I tuck my fears away and rejoin the moment--whatever that moment may be. Later, when left with my thoughts in the remnants of a chaotic day, I think of how different I am from a short six years ago. And on occasion, very rarely, the weight of that change saddens me. But I suspect that it also makes me a far more reflective, grounded parent.

The enormity of raising children becomes apparent in small, simple revelations that are difficult to convey to those who have not experienced the endeavor. And some may wonder why anyone would willingly put themselves through all of the heartache, the fear, the worry. They may wonder is it worth it?

Absolutely.

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Post Script: We lost our beloved Millie in March, 2008 after a protracted, difficult illness. She was the quintessential mother, grandmother, mother-in-law, and friend. She will always be my inspiration.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Mommy Envy

I recently received an email from a fellow mommy whom I like and genuinely admire. For the sake of her anonymity, I won't go into the particulars about her except to say that she and her husband are dedicated, loving parents who make their children their number one priority. In the e-mail, mommy X expressed that she felt just a small pang of envy about one of McKenna's accomplishments. She has a daughter close to McKenna's age and both girls have experienced some similar milestone challenges.

This mommy felt like a creep. In my own excitement to share a big McKenna achievement, I made another mom feel not-so-great. And I hate that--especially when my friend pours her heart and soul into being a really good parent. Not to mention the fact that her daughter, despite some issues, is doing really well and is a shining little star in her own right.

I hope I don't give the impression that I blog to show-off. I wonder if I ought to write more about the tantrums, the back talk, the frustration. Maybe a few pics of my two darlings in a hair raising screaming match are in order. Because I don't want this to be anything like the photo albums of our parents and grandparents generations. You know the ones--where image after image reflects the way our parents wanted life to be remembered versus the way it really was. Snapshots of children in rows, in front of fireplaces, saying cheese in their Sunday best. It was the way everyone preserved memories in those days. I'm just opting for something a little more evolved. And hopefully Ethan and McKenna's tools and methods for recording their children's histories will be even more amazing.

So, without airing every bit of childhood laundry, I'll try to throw in the not-so-good with the great a little more often. Because raising children, while the best job in the world, is filled with more ups and downs than I can shake a stick at. And we mommies, well, we're in this thing together. We should be anyway.

By the way mommy X. Your little girl is doing great. The other kidlet too for that matter. And I marvel at your perseverance and dedication. I learn from you every time we're together.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Father Sunny


Late sixties TV had Sister Bertrille, A.K.A The Flying Nun and St. Michael Church in Wheaton, Illinois has Father Sunny, the singing priest. Now I know you might say that lots of priests sing or try to anyway. It's in the job description somewhere. But they don't sing like Father Sunny. He has a beautiful, American Idol kind of voice. Match that with his lively sermon delivery and yes, his "sunny" disposition, and you just find yourself very thankful that he made his way to our parish. Thought I would share his cover of Josh Groban's Cinema Paradiso.


In his profile, he lists his relationship status as "committed". Love that.

Democrats: There's No There There

When referring to the 08 presidential election, the oft-quoted Gertrude Steinism is certainly apropos.

As a former business manager, I'm all about results. Tangible accomplishments. I think middle America is equally like minded. As such, can anyone name a single accomplishment of either Barack Obama or Hillary Clinton? I'm not talking about writing books, waxing poetic, or garnering celebrity endorsements. What have either done as U.S. senators? What bills have they written? Championed? Spearheaded? What have they done that I as an American can say, "Wow--that was impressive. It really contributed to our country being safer, respected, and/or productive".

Take your time. Do your research. I'll wait.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Mind Clutter

On any given day, I often feel like there are just too many decisions to make. I'm not just referring to the biggees in life, although those certainly tax the peace of one's soul from time to time. I'm talking about the day-to-day quandaries that fill up what little space is left in this tightly packed noggin of mine. And I'm not just yacking about whether to use a dryer sheet or liquid fabric softener. Or white versus wheat. My ax-to-grind has more to do with the seemingly benign, ostensibly inane options that will determine the fate of life as we know it for generations to come. Or so we're told anyway.

Am I nuts or does anyone else worry about whether one should use paper towels or, as Janie used to say, a tea towel? You know, of the good old fashioned cloth variety. We're told that our kitchens will be festering, bacteria ridden cesspools if we use anything but disposable paper products on our counter tops, handles, etc. One the other hand, the Green crowd tells us that paper towels are waste of precious resources and cloth does the trick. I used to think about this all of the time when the kids were in diapers. Was I irresponsible and lazy for using disposables? Or was I being practical and realistic?

Anti-bacterial everything or plain old soap? Some day care centers will not use antibacterial hand cleaners and cleaning products. The thought here is that bacteria become resistant to the germicide and can actually mutate into stronger, more potent little buggers. Makes sense to me, sort of. Why then do hospitals use antibacterial hand solution like it's going out of style? Aren't hospitals bastions of medical science and knowledge? Wouldn't a hospital know a thing or two about efficiently killing germs? Hmmmm.

And there's more. Lots more in fact.

Some video gaming for kids vs. none at all

Analgesics to reduce mild fever vs. using nothing and allowing the body to heat up and kill the virus and/or bacteria (this is actually the purpose of a fever). An ER doc once told me that by giving my child Motrin for a fever, I was sabotaging the body's way of killing an intruder. My child's pediatrician, on the other hand, said that while he was technically correct, the reality is that Motrin/Tylenol make your kids feel a lot better and that is an overriding priority. But still...I think about it.

Antibiotics or allowing the passage of time to work it's magic? I can tell you that I wasn't on half of the stuff that my kids now take. Perhaps I should have been a time or two. But do I over medicate my kids in an attempt to control every physical malady that comes their way? Or am I just thorough?

Sugar vs. sugar free

Commercial TV or PBS?

Scheduled Activities vs. Free Time.
My guess is that both parents think my children are over scheduled. I might agree. The problem is if you decide to de-schedule your kids, they're gonna be playing alone because all of the other kids are busy at their appointed activities.

SUV or Minivan?

Light bulbs or those new spiral things that look suspiciously florescent to me?

Milk or no milk.
My sister-in-law drinks the stuff by the gallons and gives an equal amount to her kids. But PETA and even some less radical groups would have you believe that all of this milk is turning our 8-year daughters into curvy, mini women. Hormones apparently. In the milk, that is. Or is that propaganda?

I could go on and on. My wheels spin with this stuff all day.

One day, maybe I'll just have the confidence (some might call it hubris) to say, "This is what I'm doing and I know it's the right decision". Don't get me wrong--there are some key issues on which I do not waiver. But there are an equal amount that have me sitting on the fence. The mental fence that is. And this head of mine needs a little freed up space. Do they have a TLC organization team for the mind? How about a Discovery Channel feature on thought hoarding?

A reality show in the making.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Love Is A Losing Game

The "real" video for my favorite song from my favorite act. I hope she gets some help soon. Apparently, she's as drug addicted as drug addicted can get.

By the way, this mommy does NOT think love is a losing game. Not for a moment.

Poor Amy.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Christmas Card OCD

If you know me, you are well aware that I'm way into Christmas cards. I start thinking about mine right at the end of August. Casual or formal? Snapshot or studio photo? Flat card or fold over? Traditional or whimsical? Color or black and white. You get the gist.

I was like this well before I had children. I'm not sure why except to say that I just can't imagine Christmas being Christmas without sending out cards. I remember sitting at the kitchen table with my grandmother when I was six or seven. She took pride in her holiday greeting--in those days it was kind of a status symbol thing to have your family's name professionally printed inside the fold over. I can see it now-- the velvet nativity scene framed in gold foil. I'm sure these would look really dated if I saw them today. But in 1972--the look was very elegant.

She tried to inscribe a line or two in every single one of them. And there were lots. I remember piles and piles. She would let me lick the envelopes or the stamps. I would run out of steam and go to bed sooner or later. I'm sure Janie stayed up into the wee hours getting them all done.

So there you have the Norman Rockwell aspect of this little obsession of mine. Now the dark side. I get really irked when people don't send Christmas cards. I get downright crabby if by December 15 I'm not getting a decent amount each day. Maybe because it's so nice to receive something, anything besides bills and never ending junk mail. And I'm sure that it's also about reciprocity. If I send one to you then yes, I want one in return. Antithetical to the spirit of the holiday, I know. But I'm just being truthful. I doubt I'm alone in my way of thinking either.

Just for the record, I don't care if you include a handwritten note. If you feel the love--go for it. But the card will do. Cards with pictures are ideal but I understand if that's not your thing. That's a right of passage for folks with children, by and large. Just send me something and I'll be happy. And grateful. Send me nothing and you've made the "list". I'm ashamed to admit it but I do keep track. I know--CATTY with a capital "C". Sometimes the truth aint pretty friends.

I've made my list and I'll be checking it more than twice.

So indulge me. Just send the card.

Thank you. :-)

Sunday, December 02, 2007

My Baby Girl...Nearly Three

As I helped her change into her PJs tonight, it occurred to me that I can remember back to nearly the age that she is now. Just barely. It really hit home that one of my most important roles is to create the best possible memories for her. And to prevent the really, really bad ones whenever humanly possible. 'Cause the bad ones--well, they just don't ever go away. They become manageable, tolerable. But the most beautiful day can be marred by a triggering photograph, an odor, a song. A blistering distraction from all that is beautiful, well, and good.

What that means for me, now, is that self-fulfillment, exploration, discovery--well, they're just nothing compared to the safety and protection of both of my children. If that means a few coveted accomplishments become placeholders on the proverbial back burner--so be it. If it means that I'm not the friend I should be or the multi-tasker I ought to be--oh well.

As I snuggled with McKenna this evening, I promised her that this mommy will always have her back. And Ethan's too.

No matter what.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

First Snowy Day

For some reason, this day just seemed like the right day for snow.

Not a ton of the white stuff but enough to count.

Check out the snow!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Alvin and the Chipmunks

The mommy is a super big fan and can't wait until mid December for the new movie!!

..and now they've got beat!!!!

Ethan and McKenna love this song!

Kid Quote

Mommy: Ethan you have got to take this medicine!

Ethan: But you said it was going to taste like cherries. Well it doesn't. It tastes like December!

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