a little something for everyone

(With plenty of room in the comments box for your suggestions!)
warning...this could be a long one.
Okay, so it was suggested by a couple readers that I share our ideas here for fun free (or cheap) things to do with the family this summer. So here goes.
I'll start by mentioning that at the beginning of summer break, the kids and I roll out a huge sheet of butcher paper into the driveway, grab some markers and start a list of all the things we'd like to accomplish in the fleeting 3 months before school rolls around again. We certainly could accomplish the list with a notebook and pen, but it's more interactive when the kids have to sit on the edges to keep it from blowing away into the neighbors' yard. All the kids tend to add their 2 cents worth this way.
Our list is dominated by our "Tour of Parks" which is simply a list of all the area parks/playgrounds (within a 30mile radius or so) at which we plan to play/visit/picnic. We generally schedule one picnic in the park per week on the calendar. If it's not written down, it will never happen!! Our own little community here has several parks worth visiting, and then there's Ft. Loramie (which is all gravel, clean and nice with plenty of shade and a shelter that faces the playground), New Bremen has several...and on and on. Last summer I think we picniced and played at more than a dozen parks.
One of our favorites is Coldwater Park in Coldwater, Oh. I like this one best in the fall, when the ground is thick with acorns and walnuts. The squirrels like it best too, and seem to be used to all the kids around, making it easy to sneak a closer peak at the little critters. This park has plenty of shade, shelters for picnics, tons of playground equipment (old-school, and new stuff), ball diamonds, situated near their community pool, etc.
We also love Tawawa Park in Sidney. It's more of a wooded preserve with miles of nature trails, creeks, playgrounds, plenty of shelters for picnics, and so much for little people to explore. Sometimes we go to play on the playgrounds and hike, other times we pack our "muddin" shoes and nets to discover little creatures in the shallow streams. Always fun there. At the entrance to the park is Sidney's community swimming pool which appears to have awesome water slides, and pretty large baby pools with sprinklers. A friend told me their prices were very reasonable (couple bucks per kid) for a one day pass. It's on our "hope to do" list this summer if we can work out the timing.
On the subject of outdoor/nature places to visit, we love Bruckner Nature Center. It's on Horshoe Bend Road near Troy, Oh. It's a nature preserve with many hiking trails. There's a pond with a nice deck surrounding it to allow an easier view of all the little creatures living inside, and it's also an Ohio wild animal rehab center, that helps treat and release animals back into the wild. Admission is free. There's a very nice picnic area right near the parking lot and a large building/learning center(which was closed for Labor day when we were there...restrooms were still open though!)
We've not been there yet, but Charleston Falls is on our list of places to visit this summer (near Huber Heights.) I've heard the falls are beautiful, there are nice simple trails, and a picnic area as well.
It's difficult to tell from the website, but my neice insists that the Rothschild Berry Farm near Urbana is a great visit with kids. (It looks fancy...but she says she took hers!) There is apparently a somewhat pricey restaurant and gift shop, but the working farm must be a nice see. (I must say, I love some of their gourmet dips and spreads.)
Onto museums and tours: The forts at Fort Recovery are a must go see. There's a museum that charges a minimal amount for tours, but self-guided tours on the grounds are free. Be sure to take a roll down the hill behind the forts. When you see it, you know you'll want too! We actually parked around the back side of the museum/forts at a park there. It had great playground equipment, picnic areas, and baseball diamonds. A walkway lined with history and facts about the forts leads from the park to the site. (I think I learned the most, and the kids enjoyed too, these little history briefs along the path.)
Several of my kids have been to the Allen County Museum in Lima (as part of their second grade class field trip) and have LOVED it. We meant to squeeze it in last summer, but just ran out of time. The kids say it is AWESOME and the website gives a lot of info about some of the displays. (even a newer interactive kids section of the museum which sounds great for the younger crowds.) I believe it suggests a donation admission for adults of $5. The kids each gave $1. when they visited on their field trip. They had a picnic lunch and played kickball in a park nearby (though the name of that park escapes me now.) A side note, I just noticed there's a Chuck E. Cheese opening in Lima across from the Lima Mall. (probably open by now...with some coupons from the paper, this might be a fun rainy day thing to do.)
Not yet visited by us, but definitely on my to-do list this summer is the Velvet Ice Cream Company in Utica, Oh (about 35 miles east of Columbus). It's an historic grist mill with water wheel, ice cream museum, hiking trails, picnic areas, an ice cream parlor (that serves meals as well.) The museum and ice cream production viewing is apparently free. Sounds like a fun day to me! Martha, can I call on you guys to join us sometime?!
One commenter suggested visiting the Santa Maria museum in Columbus. It's a replica ship of one of Christopher's (Columbus) fleet. I've heard of it before, but never been. The website shows it to be quite a cool place for all of our little pirates/sea farers to want to visit! Admission is very reasonable (kids under 5 are free...that's half my crew!!)
Oh, my mind is running out of ideas for now. There are just so many cool things so close to home. Is everyone familiar with becoming a zoo-member and saving money on visits to other zoos and museums? I think nearly every zoo offers memberships. We bought ours last season to the Ft. Wayne Childrens zoo. It was $85 for a family membership which is good for one year. In addition to free admission each time we visit Ft. Wayne zoo, this membership saves us 50% or more at other zoos throughout the US, as well as some museums like Boonshoft Museum of Discovery in Dayton. (Oh this is a must!) Lots of things to explore/discover for kids of all ages! Anyhow, a single day at the zoo costs us as much as the years' membership, so we're crazy here not to purchase it. (I think I read a family of 2 adults/2 children is about $45 per visit to the Ft. Wayne zoo.)
We're a little crazy here in that we're one of those vehicles that pulls over to read the historical landmark signs along the road. We've learned some interesting little tidbits and facts over the years, and it keeps the kids guessing when the car slows down unexpectedly...what are we stopping to check out now?!
I'm missing some great spots I know, but I hope this gives you a few ideas of places to check out. Be sure to check the websites, and let me know if you've got other suggestions! We're always up for a roadtrip/adventure! Happy summer all!

Oh, nearly forgot...

In response to the requests for me sharing ideas/suggestions of free or frugal things to do with the kids this summer, I'm putting a few things together for a post in the near future. Be thinking of places you like to visit as well...I'll be expecting some ideas in return in the comments box!

as for my plans

I did just as I intended, and posted a new chore chart today. No, I'm not a big one for stickers and rewards and such...not that we haven't tried that before. This is more of a cleaning mandate, advising all peasants of the kingdom what they'll be responsible for keeping clean as proclaimed by the queen (and the king's been briefed too...so no whining to dad!)
We started simple, with the basics (cause during the summer, these slackers try to get away with anything!)
For instance, in the morning...everyone must eat, get dressed, brush teeth, make bed and straighten bedroom. (can you believe there a few who think teeth brushing is only necessary for going to school?! I'm tellin' you, I gotta spell it all out!)
Tonight, the younger kids were responsible for picking up toys, and straightening the family room, picking up shoes, etc. It went really well. We'll see how the older kids do with the Tuesday and Friday cleaning days (all over cleaning of family room, basement, and bathrooms.) Should be fun. I'm just tickled to be looking at a "picked up" (never mind dusty) house. Ahhh, life is good. Now on to that laundry that's forever calling my name.

plan of attack

I was cleaning up around the kids desks awhile back, and noticed this paper taped up above Emma's desk...directly at eye-level for her when she's there working.
Wow! professional soccer player, fly around the world, general surgeon, world's strongest retired woman, oh and maybe an artist. You go girl! (all this from the young lady who told me last year "Go big or go home!")

on "sleeping in"

In the wee morning hours (around 1:30am to be more exact) I held young Charlie as he breathed in yet another nebulizer treatment for the tightness and wheezing in his chest. (allergies? not sure, he has the episodes just once or twice a year) Anyhow, as I was putting him back to bed I mentioned he should try to "sleep in" in the morning.
"Sleep in what, mom?" he asked curiously.
I laughed deliriously.

(guess it doesn't sound as funny now.)

BTW~ he's doing much better today already. Think we nipped it in the bud with those few treatments.

apologies for my absence...

Where does the time go?! We are embracing the summer break here...swimming, bike-riding, parks and picnics, baseball, softball, tee-ball, and any other outdoor activity we can scheme up. The kids are staying up long past there 8:30-9:00 school night bedtime, and sleeping in a little too. While I'm loving this break from school schedules and homework, it has turned our happy little organized routine upside down. Gone is my "quiet time" while the younger kids nap and older ones are at school. Gone too is my evening routine of cleaning up the house, and spending a little time on the computer after the kids turn in for the night. (I used to have about 3 hours from when the kids went to bed, till John got home from work.) I'm struggling to find time to get everything done...but it will come, I'm sure. It must!
Since John has been on evening shift, I've been doing all the cleaning, laundry, etc myself. No complaints really...I've had that time slot open to get it all done. The kids have not had chores or "Saturday: Cleaning Days" in a long time. This week, that's all going to change again. Nothing's set in stone, but in order to maintain some sense of, well, ORDER...the chore charts will resurface. Kids will be helping with things like dusting, vaccuming, emptying the dishwasher, evening "pick up" of toys and shoes and things, etc. Oh, they'll buck it at first. Who wouldn't. But it will work out. I'm looking forward to the help, and when things are getting done, I can free my mind to thnk of more things to do outside the house. We've started listing all the parks and other free/cheap things to do and visit this summer. Time to start mapping it all out!

A few years (and a few kids) ago, John's dad shared this cartoon clip with us. I think it best explains how we "manage" with all these kids.

dropping like flies

(the training wheels that is.)

Both John and Charlie found they could ride without them, after taking off on their sisters' 2-wheel bikes down the driveway, to the neighbors and back without batting an eye. I'm not sure they even realized what they'd done until they returned and saw the dumb-founded looks on mom and dad's faces. It was a matter of minutes till Dad grabbed a wrench from his tool box and removed the training wheels from the boys' bikes. They've stopped riding only to eat and sleep...I'm sure they'll be back out there peddling first thing in the morning.

summer means...

...picnic lunches in the back yard, as often as possible (who enjoys cleaning up the kitchen while everyone else is outside?!) and of course, watermelon!! mmmmmm. Yummy.

wonder what I'd be worth as a trade-in

A few weeks back, I got a little sad when Charlie told his dad that he wanted to "trade in mommy on a new one, because she got an ouchy on her leg." While I didn't take it too seriously, I was surprised at how easily he was willing to "trade-up." Geesh. Am I that expendible?
Today though, as we were loading into carseats in the van, I heard him mention "Mom, time to trade in our Charlie for a new one, cause I got ouchies all over my legs!"
I laughed this time, understanding that he really didn't want to get rid of me (yet), just wanted me to be "good as new" again. I think that would be nice sometimes too.

workin' at the carwash...

good clean summer fun! Can you believe my kids BEG to do this?! If only they'll be that excited as teenagers.

(BTW~ don't you just love Frank's droopy drawers..."cracks" me up!!)

a strange quiet

It's a strange phenomenon called "sleep-overs" that has taken not one, but SEVEN of my kids from me tonight. Nothing like this has ever happened before on such a grand scale. Alice, Emma and Sam were invited for the weekend to visit their Aunt and Uncle in Sandusky...gone till Sunday. This afternoon we watched my neice for an hour, and when her parents came to pick her up, they snatched up Grace and Mary as well for a sleepover tonight. And Grandma and Grandpa called to see if John and Charlie might want to spend the night there. (They try to rotate having the kids stay overnight in pairs, this is Charlie's first outing.)
John's at work, so that leaves me here this evening with just the 3 youngest. We went to McDonalds (ate there, even...not drive-thru) and ordered Happy Meals (a major splurge!) What a fun evening. Frank and Rose and I enjoyed snuggling on the couch a bit after Lucy was asleep. They usually don't get much lap time with mom at bedtime anymore. What a rare treat, indeed!

transitioning into summer

First day of summer break, and where are my kids? Downstairs at there desks, playing school of course.
An offer to turn on the sprinkler, and play in the water quickly sends them scurrying for swimsuits and towels though. Yah. That's more like it.

S*U*M*M*E*R

Woooooohooooooooooo.

It's time to celebrate here at our house. Today was the last day of school. No more alarm clocks, no more homework. No more spelling lists, math facts, mad minutes, or diaromas to build.

Instead, after school today it was water balloons, bean bags, dodgeball, ice cream treats, and weather warm enough to have everyone splashing in the sprinkler. The neighbor kids and a few other friends helped us to ring in the season. Summer break is here.

I repeat...Woooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooooo!!!

feeling fluffy?

A friend and fellow blogger has been sharing her personal struggles with weightloss for a few months now. She's feeling like she's hit a wall, so to speak, and has asked myself and another friend to share our struggles, advice, support, etc. I'll be posting occasionally with her at Our Weight Loss Adventure.
If muffin-top, spare-tire, thunder thighs, jelly belly, seem to be your hang-up, or if you have great advice, support, tips to share, give us a shout-out in the comment box. We'd love to hear from you!
I still have 16# to lose to meet my goal from last May of losing 50# total. Maybe you can help get me there!! (without cutting off my hands, which are constantly feeding my face)

Anyhow, join us if you like. We're worth it!

planting season

Okay, I'm later than most people in getting my garden out...but it's coming. I just love this time of year when the yard is coming alive with beauty. All the trees are thick with green now, the Clematis and Irises are in full bloom, even the miniature roses are close to opening up. The grape vine and Knock-Out roses are fairing well, and the daisies and other perennials are all showing hope of returning to full glory later in the summer. I planted some zinnias and sunflower seeds yesterday...two of my favorite fun, colorful (low-maintenance) flowers. I hope they come in as well as last year.
And now...the garden. I sliced up a tomato (if one could call it that) from the store yesterday. It was flavorless, and more like eating cardboard than anything delicious. It left me longing for August when real, juicy tomatoes and other wonderful garden goodies are ready for picking. This year we're planting 6 tomato plants (of 2 varieties), 3 pepper varieties, red onions, yellow onions, lettuce, zucchini, pumpkins, and small green onions to start. My garden space isn't big enough for sweet corn, so I typically buy that in large quantities from a local farmer for freezing. (Last year it was 14 dozen ears I think).
Prayers to St. Isadore (patron of farmers), who's feast day was last week, for another bounteous growing season!

Deo Gratias!

Praise be to God!

I can't think of her without spilling tears of joy. Prayers for baby Magdalena have been heard, and answered as she is home with her family after 3 months in the hospital!

Her story (in short): Magdalena Lucia is the 11th child born to a wonderful couple here in our hometown. Suspected to have Downs Syndrome, and diagnosed with a rare heart condition at birth, she was able to come home for just a few short days, when it was discovered she needed abdominal surgery (for a previously undetected intestinal blockage?) Anyhow, she spent 3 months in 2 different hospitals each more than an hour from home, with her mom remaining at her side. This left the rest of the siblings and papa at home, praying for miracles. The graces and love that outpoured have been inspiring to say the least. Our family here, joined many others each night at 9:oo pm (Magdalena's siblings' bedtime) in prayer, and asking our guardian angels to join with hers. Prayers for healing, and for their family to be together at home have been answered! We are so grateful for the gift of Magdalena and the goodness God has allowed so many to witness through her and her family. I am also grateful for her family sharing their struggles and successes with others through an online hospital website.

God is good! God is good!

God is Love.

I'm still chewing on yesterday's readings. John and I went to separate masses yesterday, allowing me to fully participate, pay attention and enjoy. I was particularly moved by the second reading.

1 John 4: 7-10
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is of God; everyone who loves
is begotten by God and knows God. Whoever is without love does not know God, for
God is love. In this way the love of God was revealed to us: God sent his only Son
into the world so that we might have life through him. In this is love: not that we
have loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as expiation for our sins.

As Alice, Sam, Grace and I headed out for church, we left the house frustrated and yelling about running late and kids dawdling. It certainly was not the tone I wanted set as we headed for mass. The days readings and theme of love moved me to tears as I recognized the simple and complete message...God is Love. Our love for others is a reflection of His love for us. Lord, thank you for this gentle reminder to mirror your love in our actions and words.

my little princesses

having a ball!


Rosie enjoying the dance time with her ribbon wand.


Grace, Mary and Rose posing with Pocahantas, Belle, Cinderella, and Snow White.


all smiles after getting make-up and nails done by the teenaged princess helpers.




This fundraiser event was the brainchild of a friend of mine from the local mom's group I'm in. She had access to the Disney princess outfits (teenage girls sized) after someone in her family purchased them for a birthday party. She decided to host a princess party for little girls in the mom's group, and others as a fundraiser for a teenage girl in our parish to attend a mission/retreat out of state. The teenager and a couple friends donned the princess outfits and greeted little princesses, posed for pictures, painted nails and did makeup. It was a fun event for everyone that included donated doorprizes and raffles for larger princess-themed gifts. The girls in attendance gave a free-will offering to help raise money for the mission trip. It was such a success, that she offered the party a second year, and now this third year, our parish got involved offering our parish education center as the venue, with dozens of teenagers (boys and girls) helping to organize/run it. As little princesses arrived they were assigned small groups with a teenaged "Princess" leader, who escorted them room to room for various activities from story time, make-up and nail polishing, photos, dancing, snacks, etc. It was such fun, and even more enjoyable knowing that the donations raised will be helping a dozen or so kids from our parish attend a retreat at Notre Dame this summer.
Now, my boys just wanna know when there will be a "Bob the Builder" party :')

what did you do this weekend?

end of the year choir party
picnic at the lake
playing at the park
softball practice
princess party for little girls
family picnic for Sam's Conquest club
date-night dinner with friends
local "Bock and Rock" beer tasting event
mass
graduation party for 2 neices
4H meeting

oh, and then the usual fun stuff like late-night laundry folding, end of year school paper sorting, meals and cleaning and much, much more.

Is it monday yet?

rockin' and rollin'

These two cuties enjoy some time atop the rock that just landed in our front yard. If you look closely, you'd see the rock is engraved "Jamie 1981."

This darn thing has been following me for 27 years now. When I was just nine years old, this rock sat in the front yard of my parents home. Each time dad would mow, he'd elect one of us kids to trim the grass around the rock. After much arguing, he etched my name and the year proclaiming "It's your rock, now you trim around it." (How lucky is that?!)

Anyhow, when John and I bought our first home, the rock showed up in our yard one day thanks to my brother and a fork-lift he'd borrowed from work. My parents had long since moved away from the home with the rock, but my brother had talked with the new owner, who agreed to part with it.

Once again, three years after living in this home, the rock finds it's way back into my life.

I have 2 nine-year-olds now. I'm wondering if I should flip a coin to see who's is the next name to be carved in the rock, and who will earn the title of official weed-trimmer around the rock. And heaven forbid, it should land in their yard one day.

and another "big girl"

Grace Elizabeth graduated from Kindergarten today. She's growing up faster than I'd like. I must admit, she appeared to be made for the stage as her class of 15 entertained us with a handful of cute songs and skits.

Here she is, entering the gymnasium to receive her diploma...



...and later at home. It's official. The diploma is signed!

...and with classmate and cousin Phil

On the Feast of Our Lady of Fatima

Our Lady of Fátima is the title given to the apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary to three shepherd children at Fátima Portugal on the 13th day of six consecutive months in 1917, starting on 13 May.


"O Most Holy Virgin Mary,
Queen of the most holy Rosary,
you were pleased to appear to the children of Fatima
and reveal a glorious message.
We implore you,
inspire in our hearts a fervent love
for the recitation of the Rosary.
By meditating on the mysteries of the redemption
that are recalled therein
may we obtain the graces and virtues that we ask,
through the merits of Jesus Christ,
our Lord and Redeemer."

my other little "big girl"

Baby Lucy is growing up too fast! Her hair is finally long enough for piggy tails, she got her little toe nails painted today like big sisters...oh my. Where does the time go!?

more potty talk

I thought I may have been opening a can of worms when I brought up potty training yesterday. It involves our children, we want to do it right, and we all have opinions about what works and what doesn't. When our first two were "ready" I tried just about any rational suggestion given to me. We started on their 2nd birthday (exactly) and it seemed they were both very interested, and at times lucky, but it was really stressful trying to maintain sanity amidst the accidents, floor scrubbing, additional laundry, etc. Little Sam had just turned one so just keeping him out of it all was another factor. Anyhow, I gave up after a couple weeks, thinking I was a complete failure, but later learned that when a child is truly "ready," complete potty training takes just days, not weeks or months. When I say complete, I mean dry most nights, no accidents during the day, and able to go without constant reminders (i.e. putting them on the pot every 1-2 hours.) There seems to be a "window" of curiosity/interest at a younger age (nearer to 2 than 3) but it all boils down to how much time and energy we as parents want to expend on the training. Does waiting longer, or starting early make us better parents, or mean our kids are smarter, probably not. When done with a sense of charity, humility and love the timing is always right. My point is, we do what works for our family in any given situation. In most cases, all my kids were potty-trained with nursing newborns at home, so an every-hour potty schedule just wasn't in the cards even though I am a stay-at-home mom. Instead, we opted here to wait till closer to three when things just click a little faster. I'll admit, for the boys (all of them, and probably Frank too) it was right at their 3rd birthday. I literally made the transition by explaining that they would not be wearing diapers anymore, and I quit buying them. (Period.) We had a day or two of accidents, and by day three all of them were nearly trained, with no more accidents by weeks end. We've only used pull-ups with one of the kids who after several months of being a "big-kid" started having accidents again at night. We kept the pull-ups on at night for a couple months, at which point he was managing to wake up on his own and go without accidents. I did however, use up leftover diapers at night during first nights of training, by putting diapers on top of underwear. This allowed the kids to know they needed to stay dry (and could feel if they'd wet) but also kept beds dry, to prevent middle of the night linen changes. This never lasted more than the first week or so. The girls were all closer to 2 1/2, but otherwise no major differences.
Overall we've been incredibly blessed with "easy" potty experiences. I know whatever age, or whatever techniques you've used for your kids were right for you, and you'd probably recommend them to your best friend (or at least share with them what didn't work for you.) But again, it's all about doing what works within your situation, and providing a loving healthy atmosphere while doing so. In hind sight, it always seems easier than when we were in the trenches, washing out dirty panties and sitting on the edge of the tub, just begging them to "pee a little bit."
I have found myself to be much more laid back with #'s 8 and 9, and think that rather than giving advice, I'll just cast aunderstanding glance to mom's with toddlers racing thru Walmart aisles looking for the potty, and nod an "I've been there, I can appreciate what your feeling" your direction. Honestly, we will look back on this and laugh one day. It's all good, and led by God. Many prayers...many prayers.

this is why I'll never be skinny.

(I have mentioned before, I love to bake, not?!) Oh, and then I like to eat too. Bummer, how that works.

Today the youngest 4 helped me to make a double batch of Monster Cookies. (For those less familiar, a single batch calls for 1/2 pound butter, 1 pound brown sugar, 1 1/2 pounds of peanut butter, 1 pound choco chips, 1 pound M&M's, 9 cups oatmeal....to name a few.) It's not for the weak-armed. It's quite a workout just to stir the dough, which I'm certain makes me feel less guilty about indulging in a few.

Anyhow, I'll be busy through nap-time, but hoping to freeze a bunch for next week's end-of-school year treats, etc. But don't worry, we'll have plenty to eat here too!

potty time!

At nearly 3 years old, it's time to give potty training some serious thought for twins Frank and Rosie. We've talked about it a lot, and they've given indicators that they're ready, but I've not really pushed either of them yet. That is, until today. They both wore big-kid underwear from breakfast on. Rosie took to the idea right away, and by afternoon, had peed 3 times, and even pooped on the potty without accidents. We have several little potties here...one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen (they tend to sit longer, if they are where the action is) and one out on the patio (cause sometimes it's a long way in to the bathroom!) I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch when I heard Rose hollar from the back yard "Mom, I pooooooooped!!!" I peeked out the kitchen window to find her sitting proud as a peacock on her little pink potty chair...right in the middle of the patio for God and everyone to see. Little turkey had snuck outside for some "private" time and did her business just like a big girl. Our backyard neighbors got an eyeful for sure, but what the heck...we were all little once, right? It went down hill from there, with several accidents throughout the afternoon and evening, but never-the-less a thrilling first day I think. She ended on a good note by climbing on the big potty and peeing all by herself at bedtime. Frank...well, lets just say he was back in diapers by noon. He had 3 or 4 accidents by then, that didn't even bother him. He's still perfectly content to sit around wet all day if I'd let him. Oblivious...all boy. He still enjoys sitting on the pot every time Rose does, but has had no luck just yet. We'll see what tomorrow brings. We made a trip to Dollar General this morning as reward for Rosie's first success, she picked out Dora panties. I should have been able to predict the day for Frank when he put his Spiderman's back on the shelf and said "No thank you." (At least he was polite about it.)
All of the twins in this house trained at their own rate...I had wished there would have been some friendly competition to encourage each other on, but that never happened. So, who knows, I may just leave Frank in diapers for another month, till Rosie's a pro. I've been known to tell a few other boys in this house that "They don't make diapers for boys who've had their third birthday." August is still a couple months away. I can be patient. In the mean time, I'll be cheering Rose along, and praying for another successful day.

care to know what your child's been up to lately?

...grab a baseball and mitt, and prepare to get an earfull!
Sam was complaining after school today, that he'd have to wait till Saturday to play pitch and catch again with Dad. True, with John's evening schedule, weekends are his only time with the school kids. Sam continued on about needing practice, so I interrupted him with a "What am I? Chopped liver?" He smiled reluctantly and headed outside to find something to do. I popped supper into the oven, and found 15 minutes free. I followed him out, threw him his mitt, and started tossing the ball with him. I learned several things...his baseball skills have improved immensely since last season, mine have declined, and that boy can talk! I learned more about what's going on in his world in 15 minutes of pitch-and-catch than I've heard him discuss in months. It was wonderful. The rest of the kids were playing outside anyways, and even Frank put a little mitt on and tried to participate. Sam was a good sport about sharing his time. The best spent 15 minutes of the day, I must say.
Thank you Lord, for allowing us those moments in time.

beautiful memories of this day, 10 years ago.

I hope you all had a blessed Mothers Day. It certainly was nice here. We started the day with mass at which Alice and Emma sang in the choir, and Sam donned his First Communion suit once more and participated in the May Crowning. I couldn't help but get more than a little teary-eyed in the pew reflecting on how far we've come.
It was Mother's Day 1999...10 years ago exactly, that the real story of our family begins. I hope you don't mind if I share a bit of it.
At that time, John and I had been married over 4 years, and had been trying desperately, to have children. We'd sought treatment with fertility specialists that led us to try various surgeries and procedures, including several failed attempts at artificial insemination. (At that time, we just couldn't understand our Catholic church's teachings...wanting desperately to have children anyway we could.) Anyhow, this particular Mother's Day, 2 of John's sisters were having their babies baptized, and we were invited to celebrate with them (John being Godfather for little Ben.) I struggled a lot with my emotions then, finding it painful to see other families grow, while I seemed to be losing hope of ever having any children of our own. In church this day, as we gathered around the baptismal font, the combination of Mothers Day, babies, baptisms, etc just got to be too much for me, and I snuck away to the back of church to try to gather myself. It was this very moment, that I prayed to our Lord for peace. I didn't want to hurt anymore. I wasn't certain that He intended for me to be a mother, so I begged Him to help me find peace in what He wanted for me to be. I remember clearly asking Him to help me to be a good Godmother, a good wife, a good friend...whatever it was He wanted me to be, but to help me release my desires to be a mother, if it was not His will. I just wanted to accept it, and to not feel pain every time I was near a newborn that was not my own. I was given the grace to compose myself, and enjoy the day for what it was, a beautiful celebration of new life.
But more amazingly, within a few weeks of that day, we'd learned that I was pregnant. On Father's Day we shared our early news that we were expecting, and just days later learned it was to be twins. We managed to concieve on our own, although I had been started on a trial of Clomid which is likely what helped us to see double. We have visited our fertility doctor on several occasions since, only for social calls. He's now since retired, and we enjoy sending Christmas cards updating him of our growing family from year to year.
Certainly God has been kind and merciful. Often I'm reminded, although on Mothers Day in particular, of the goodness and graces that come from trusting completely in Him. How beautiful are His plans for our lives, if only we place ourselves in His loving hands. Ten children, plus one in heaven in 10 years time. God is good, indeed!

BTW~ Happy anniversary of your baptism Jenny and Ben. I said a prayer for you both today, thanking God for reminding me through your baptism, of the gift of His grace.

Happy Mothers Day 2009

A few years back, a woman from our church delivered a hot meal to our home after the arrival of our first children, twins Alice and Emma. Included with the meal was the following "Mother's Mission" statement. This tattered paper has traveled with us as we've moved, and remains taped to my refrigerator as a beautiful reminder of the gift and responsiblity we call motherhood. I didn't know her well at the time, except by name, but funny that over the years we've come to be good friends. Thanks Amy. Do you remember?

A Mothers Mission

A mother's job is special
And carries strong demands.
With the molding of the little life
God places in her hands.

Though her life may not be glamorous,
The world will see her worth,
For 'tis true "The hands that rock the cradle
Are the hands that rule the earth."

To bring her children up in Christ,
Indeed is very much,
For the years will show her value
By the lives, their lives, will touch.
~R.K. Cecil

I smell gas...

I could take that title in a lot of different directions, but I'll get straight to the point. There was a gas leak in our home last evening, and it wasn't Sam this time. Upon returning from 4 Seasons park where Alice and Emma had softball practice and I had the other kids to play, I thought I could smell something funny in our home. (I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I first thought it was my new deoderant...maybe it didn't work as well as my old tried-and-true.) So I didn't react right away. The older kids took showers, younger ones got hands/feet baths at the edge of the tub, and everyone was in pajamas ready for a movie we'd just rented (A Tale of Despereaux). As I passed through the tv room, the scent was stronger (I ruled out deoderant malfunction.) and as I headed out the front door to check the porch for toys, and close up shop for the night, I smelled gas even stronger. Great. I called my dad first, and asked if he'd come sniff around and confirm. Sure enough, we had a gas leak, and the entire house was filled with the heavy smell. I cleared all the pajama'd kids out to the van and over to mom and dad's for the evening while my dad stayed back and called the fire department to shut off the gas and clear the fumes out of the house. At one point, as the kids had settled down a bit, I drove back home to check on things, and found the Fire Dept's heavy equipment truck lit up in front of our house, and several neighbor kids checking things out. How my kids would have loved to watch this (happening somewhere else of course.) But the fact that it was at our house, was a bit frightening to some, and I was glad they weren't there to watch. Sam said it just right when little John asked about going back in for something..."Everything we need most, is right here John!" (Amen!)

Our gas company technician made it out about 10p, found the leak (right out front in our flower bed) and repaired it. The house was all clear to return around 11pm, but by that time more than half of the kids had fallen asleep at grandma's, so we just camped there for the night. I wish I'd had a camera to capture the image of bodies sleeping everywhere. Grace, Mary, Frank and Rose slept sideways in the full-size spare bed with Lucy in a pack-n-play in that same room. John and Charlie fell asleep on grandma and grandpa's bed, but later were moved to camp on the living room floor with the 3 oldest. I got the couch. And John...well with a little forewarning of course, arrived home from work after midnight to a very quiet empty house, and slept like a baby, I'm sure.

Today is Opening Day for the little league teams in our community so Sam had to be at the ball diamond at 8am this morning for team pictures, Alice and Emma at 9, and games starting at 10. We woke at 7, piled in the van and headed for home for a quick breakfast...and another day/adventure begins.

when's something's good...

you should say so. (no, we're not related, but yes, we thought he treated us right.)

window work, wearing me out!

3 days of window crew workers in my home....wearing me out!!! It was fun and exciting for about the first hour, which is when I posted last. Beyond that, not so much fun. I spent much of the days trying to keep young boys off the trailers and out of the saw dust, away from power tools and down from ladders. We've worn out our welcome (I think) at Grandma's house, and I was so glad to wake up this morning and stand at my kitchen sink without handing a hammer or other tool sto the worker standing in my window. Yikes. I'd never survive a reality show with crews around 24-7. John and Kate can have their fame...but at what price.
I ran into a good friend at the park last evening...how embarassed I was to realize I'd not showered in a couple days, and was wearing sweat pants I'd worn to bed the night before. All the chaos has thrown me into "schlepp" mode. I'm not even sure what that means, but a shower and leg-shaving was good for the soul last night! Today, I'm baking brownies, and watching the sun shine, still working my way out of the funk I've been in all week.
The windows are fabulous, clean (whew, that was another full-time job) and did I say fabulous already?! So, enough complaining. I must move on and enjoy the day!
Peace and blessings to you all!

It's nobody's fault...

(this time.)

The "workers" are here, and we're getting some new (much needed!) windows. For the past couple years we've been able to enjoy nice breezes...year round...windows open or closed. And with a nice wind, the windows shake like a freight train is coming through. There are much nicer "fun" things on my wish-list, but this year's tax return was most wisely spent towards windows, at least on the main floor for now. The upstairs, perhaps next year, they appear to have been replaced once already.

Anyhow, the kids here are going nuts over all the excitement, tools, workers, etc. Wooohoooo!

just another day in paradise

Sometimes, I just gotta' sit back and smile.
This evening was just an ordinary day with nothing on the schedule. Boring? Not a chance. After our picnic supper in the back yard, we stayed out to play. Mind you, nearly every toy is pulled out of the garage by the toddlers who try something for 5 minutes, then move on. So the neighbor kids know, we're out, and we're ready to play. At one point we had 18 kids in the back yard; one teenager (who lasted only moments), the rest ages 12 and under. What on earth do they all do to stay entertained? Well pull up a patio chair with me, sit back and take it all in. It's a hoot!
There are 4 of the older ones back near the alley playing a mean game of basketball, 2 youngest in a swing with an older girl pushing. 3 boys in the fort swinging plastic rakes and other "weapons" at would-be invaders, 3 others rolling balls down the slide~then back up again, and 4 or 5 girls sitting around a much too small toddler-size picninc table reading jokes to each other, and laughing hysterically. I can't help but just take a break, sit back and watch. This is what all neighborhoods should be like growing up, not?! I love that some kids come over to hang out with kids their age, while others come over just to hold and play with the "babies." Everyone's happy and entertained. And this mom, just thrilled to have read a newspaper cover-to-cover for the first time in ages!
Is it any wonder walkers and joggers passing by nearly break their necks to check out all the action at this house? I'd have to look long and hard too, just to see what kinda party's going on! No party....just another day in paradise!

simple supper

The weather's warming, John's working evenings, and the kids want to be outside as much as possible. Factor in my inablity to decide on "what's for dinner?" and it all boils down to this...simple supper. I'm almost embarassed to admit what we had for dinner tonight...but I will. Simple supper: this translates into non-heated, hardly any dishes required, finger-food. Tonight it was peanut butter on saltine crackers, raisins, cantaloupe wedges, granola bars; eaten on paper plates at the picnic table where the birds and ants will happily finish what's left behind in the grass. Everyone's happy, I'm thrilled. (For a late snack, leftover cake from yesterday's festivities.)
Fear not, I'm putting a bit more thought into lunch for tomorrow, when John will be here to enjoy it.

a couple more pics from the day...

God Bless Sam

...on his First Holy Communion.
There's something about a young man in a suit that melts a mom's heart. Hidden are the scraped knees, and bruised elbows. Hands and fingernails washed clean, made worthy to hold the most Sacred Body of Christ. Even his hair slicked just a little, like my Grandma did for all the boys on special occasions (without the Dippity-Do gel.) I still get a little misty-eyed just thinking about it again. We learned much in this past year, preparing for this special day, and all the Communions to come. I'm so proud and grateful that he's finally able to participate fully in the mass. Now, Sam...go forth, to love and serve the Lord!

celebrating small successes

Okay, it's not Thursday (which happens to be the day over at Faith and Family on which they ask readers to share in small successes) but I'm working hard here, the results never last long, so I just wanted to do my little happy dance with you all! I'm high-fiving myself over the fact that I've just scrubbed my kitchen top to bottom...even behind/under/around major appliances!! Yeah me. Like I said though, it never lasts long...so just wanted to gloat.
Tomorrow's Sam's First Communion, and the kids know if mom's cleaning like this, there must be something special going on. What could be more special than receiving Jesus?! Fr. Kyle (of Called By Name) has a neice receiving her First Communion here as well, and we're glad to be having him concelebrate the mass along side our own parish priest, Fr. Rick. It looks as if the rain is going to hold off, and sun will indeed shine, so we're planning a nice barbecue outside...didn't even need to clean my kitchen! (oh, but I did.)
Have a lovely weekend everyone!

Feast of St. Joseph the Worker, May 1st

"Dear Patron of God's Church, you are honored by her as the Worker, the humble carpenter of Nazareth. According to St. Theresa of Avila, you are universal in your intercessions. Inspire workers of all kinds to walk ever in your footsteps as faithful servants coupling charity with justice and becoming true followers of Jesus."

...and if you could guide and protect the little men of this home as they "work" on various projects, that would be good too. Amen.

Potty time?

No, she's nowhere near being ready...but at least she's more interested than a couple 2 1/2 year olds whose time in diapers is limited!

It was fun to watch Lucy check out her little potty from every angle..

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you."

Jeremiah 1:5

Hmmm....what to do when it rains?

Baseball practice was cancelled, neighbor kids were all indoors, the yard too soggy to play in, and it's still drizzling outside. What shall we do? The question was quickly answered when my sister-in-law and her son stopped by with a box full of "micro-machines." They were cleaning out toys and closets today, and were ready to part with these tiny (and I mean very tiny...about an inch long) little vehicles. There must have been 50 or more assorted vehicles from planes, cars, trucks, army vehicles & tiny men to go with. It was a dream come true for the kids here, and an answered prayer for a mom who was struggling with creative ideas for entertaining the troops after we've been spoiled by warmer weather and entire evenings outdoors. Each of the kids chose a handful, and proceeded to the basement. Alice, Emma, Sam and Grace combined theirs to form an entire city. Paper, scissors, lots of tape, crayons, a little creativity, in no time had them designing and building a micro-machine mega-plex that covered more than 12 feet of desk space in the basement. Roads, airports, parking lots, and more...it kept them entertained for over an hour (with no arguing!!!)

So grateful to Eddie for parting with these treasures, and for a wonderfully peaceful evening indoors.

coffee talk

I became mometarily frustrated this morning, when I reached for some ice cubes to make iced coffee (it's muggy here today!) and found the ice cube trays empty. Uggh. I remembered Alice filling water bottles for softball practice last night, and suspect her to be the guilty party. As I mumbled my frustrations outloud, it occured to me that this is probably the first time she'd ever filled water bottles herself, at least with ice cubes from the tray (our ice maker crashed since last summer, so we've resorted to making our own cubes.) Anyhow, rather than get upset, I smiled recognizing it as one more life lesson I need to teach. As they grow, we are constantly needing to train, mold, teach, and adapt our lessons to what they need to know at any given time. Knowing how to refill the ice tray may not change their lives, but it teaches courtesy and responsibility which is something that will carry them through their entire lives.
As I thought more about it, I couldn't help but smile, and wonder if God has the same feelings at times as we grow in our faith lives, and need new lessons, new reminders along the way. Just as it wasn't necessary to teach Alice and Emma how to make ice cubes before it became an issue, I'm certain there are many things that "come up" in our lives that require new lessons, or opportunites for growth. How wonderful to know that He is there, waiting to provide us with those opportunities for learning, giving us gifts to carry us through. My dad used to joke with us when we'd pry for information..."You're on a need to know basis, and right now you don't need to know!" he'd tell us. I think at times, God must have the same philosophy...when we need to know, He'll tell us. Peaceful day to you all!

boys and their cars...

We were outside enjoying the weather a couple Saturday's back...some shooting hoops, a few in the sandbox, others on scooters and bikes, when a friend and former classmate of John's pulled in the driveway in his beautiful black Porsche convertible. The two men chatted briefly, then went for a spin, and returned shortly for more tire-kicking, under the hood peaking man chatter. I did my best to keep kids (and bats, scooters, balls, and other fender-denters) as far away from the car as possible. I had to laugh though when 3 year old Charlie wandered up to the two "big boys," hands in his pocket and stutttered "Yeah, yeah, but Dad, those are nice tires."
You can say that again, Charlie. Nice tires, indeed. Too cute.

a chance meeting in the milk aisle

When people find out we have 3 sets of twins, they often ask if I've ever heard of that happening before. While I'm sure I'm not the first, I really had never heard of or known anyone...that is until Saturday morning.
I had young John and Mary with me at the grocery store for a few things, when we came upon the sweetest looking elderly man giving out samples of chocolate milk. He was quick to give the kids a cupful, and they loved it of course. (It's something I never buy.) He mentioned I could get it on sale "with a coupon" he provided. I giggled and told him, I may just splurge this time, with the coupon, but explained that with 8 more kids at home it wasn't something we'd buy often. It seemed we were destined to meet, and he smiled and proceeded to pull a notebook out from under his sample cart. The book was full of old faded newspaper clippings from his local Ft. Wayne paper (many years back) and from Ripley's believe it or not. Turns out he had a twin brother, and two other sets of twin brothers nearly the same age. (Can you imagine 6 boys virtually the same age!?!) His mom posed them in basketball uniforms as they had their own team. She went on to have a set of twin girls as well. How crazy is that?! It was so cute talking to him, as I explained I also had 3 sets of twins, along with the 4 other singles. It was a real pleasure, and I'm so grateful to have met him. You just never know who God's gonna put in your path at any given moment...and who'da thought I get such joy from chatting for a moment in the milk aisle with Rusty the sample man. Funny. There's joy to be found in all things, all people, if we're just open to it...I could have just as easily said "No, thank you." and moved on about my busy day. So glad I didn't!

oops, I did it again

I went the whole weekend with not even one look at the blog. Too busy enjoying the weather, and much needed quality, family time. This past week or two, and for the next week to come for sure, we're managing at a pace much faster than our comfort zone. It's happening for a number of reasons...spring sports (3 of the kids have begun practices for baseball and softball), swimteam parents meeting, preparations for First Communion including meetings and practices, meetings at work, and on and on. On top of all the usual business the season brings, John has been helping with the school and church bus routes (he's a substitute bus driver) for a couple drivers who required some time off. The bus routes for church involve picking up students from our public middle school during their release time, and bringing them back and forth to our parish center for religion class. This can mean 4 or 5 15-minute routes or more per morning, depending on the number of routes open. Those short routes mean I can't plan much of anything. Needless to say, we've been embracing the weekends, and look forward to our daytime schedules slowing down just a bit. (The evenings will remain crazy...that goes without saying.)
Sam and I had practice for his First Communion on Friday after school. It's hard to believe it's only a week away. I'm really looking forward to his full participation in the mass, and I think it's safe to say, he's pretty excited as well. Saturday, we helped the neighbors pack up what was left of the garage sale items. My two little red wagon-loads of treasures that I hauled over earlier in the week were mostly gone, and turned quite a little profit (hint of sarcasm), so I think we might just splurge on ice cream at the Tastee one day this week.
Today, our family packed up the van and headed to New Albany where my nephew received First Communion. Wanting the mass to be special (i.e. not interrupted by several noisy toddlers) we opted to meet at the house after mass for the party. We arrived before anyone was back from church and let ourselves in to wait (we're family). This is where I have to comment about how much hard-work and planning Martha (mother of the first communicant) obviously had to put in for this special day. In addition to the spiritual formation of this young fella (which is most important, right?) she outdid herself with planning and preparing a beautiful party. The house was immaculate when we arrived, not a toy out of place. Food, snacks, cake and every sort of treat was spread out, waiting to be opened and enjoyed. Crockpots were warming, tables were set, yard was neatly mowed with chairs and a tent. It was just a sight to behold, probably because I don't behold sights like that at my house often. The same feeling I get from finishing a crisp-pressed cotton shirt, or pulling from the oven a golden pie with warm apples oozing, I was momentarily moved by the simple beauty of her hard work(I made the kids play outside, so as not to mess anything up before anyone else could appreciate it too.) I couldn't help but smile later wondering how long her kids were buckled in the van, ready to get to church while she ran through the house doing one last sweep of things. She's amazing! (okay, I'm sure her dear husband may have played a part too...but when it comes to party planning, I think it's usually mom steering the ship...sorry steve.) I wish we could say we left things the way we found them...we had a great time, the kids had a ball as evidenced by a yard full of water toys, balls, frisbees, etc. They all slept great in the van coming home, and played off a bit more energy when we got here, riding bikes and scooters up and down the sidewalks. It was late to bed for them by the time we got showers and baths in, even though it was a school night, none of us wanting the weekend to end. It is ending though, bringing about another hectic week sure to be filled with fun and adventure along the way. I'll try to keep you posted. Peace!

mothers day is coming up

I think you should ask for this!
A good friend of mine (Amy of the My Little Saint realm) started this business over a year ago. She did some cleaning for me here (just a one-time event) as she was starting up, and it was fabulous!! As a matter of fact, a few days after, another friend stopped by for a visit, and asked if I got all new kitchen appliances. (They were dirtier than I realized, yikes.) Anyhow, maybe you should let hubs know how much you'd love to spend more time with him and the kids without having to tidy up the house first. Flowers are nice, but if he's gonna invest any money at all this holiday anyway (on behalf of the kids of course) ask him to make it something you'd all benefit from! You might be surprised by how affordable it could be.

(couldn't help the shameless advertising...I do think she did an awesome job, the few ladies she has working for her are gems, and let's face it...you're all worth it!!)

The old adage is true...

"one man's junk is another man's treasure."
At least it is in this case. This is my little garage sale treasure that I mentioned in the previous post. I spotted it at my neighbors' as I was bringing boxes over to unpack in her garage. Instantly, I was flooded with memories of my grandma who passed away nearly 20 years ago, and the same pink dish of powder she kept in her bathroom closet. This one is empty now, and the satiny puff missing, but it still smells of that sweet powder that grandma would let my cousin, Amy (also now passed) and I carefully dust ourselves with as we played beauty shop in her bathroom. I ignored the temptation to buy it on my first trip over to her garage, but found myself thinking about it most of the afternoon yesterday, so when I went back last evening with more "treasures" to unload, I scooped it up without blinking. Mmmm. I love that smell. This one happened to belong to my neighbor's mother, and I was happy to pay the 25 cents for the priceless memories it stirred up. I'm not sure yet what I'll do with it, but for now it sits on my dresser where I can lift the lid and soak up the sweet memories anytime I please. I have a few pieces of grandma's costume jewelry, and her pearls that I may keep in here now...who knows. I'm just so tickled with my lucky find, perhaps grandma or Amy had more to do with it than luck, I hope they're tickled that I recognized it. Thanks, I miss you both.

spring cleaning

I ran out of time to post last evening. In preparing for the neighbor's garage sale, I found myself drawn into cleaning and sorting all kinds of unruly spaces. From the toy box, to the laundry room (which is more like a basement storage/catch-all room which happens to hold the washer and dryer) to the pantry closet and beyond. When the urge to do that kind of cleaning/purging hits, you just have to roll with it. I also managed to dust and vaccum like I hadn't in a long time. The house looked so fresh this morning. It was worth the late nighter. If only it could stay that way for awhile.
Today the weather is gorgeous again. I love seeing more days like these. The town is abuzz with bargain hunters as the community is hosting it's annual garage sales. I had more to get rid of than I thought, and was grateful our neighbors offered to take in our things on their sale. Our one-car garage (home to a dozen bikes and other play things) leaves no room for a sale here. (Thank goodness!!!) But, it was fun to walk around town today and see all the people out and about. I even scored a couple bargains...shorts for the younger boys, and a pretty pink dish I spotted just for myself. I'll post more on that later...
Blessings to you all!

Go green!

Nearly forgot, tomorrow's Earth Day...you have any plans? I wonder if Hallmark is selling cards for this one? perhaps on recycled organic paper?
Okay, so I can be a bit cynical when it comes to all the hype about global warming and saving Mother Earth. It doesn't mean I'm completely careless, but I will still use paper plates, disposable diapers, and chemical-laiden cleaning products if they're cheap and work well. I do reuse and recycle lots of clothes, limit electronics usage, and have the kids (mostly) trained to turn lights off when they leave the room.
Alice and Emma brought home miniature blue spruce trees to plant in honor of the occasion. (Miniature is an understatement...one false move, and a tumble from Lucy would have them snapped off in an instant....even a squirrel could take 'em down.) But we made a big hoopla about planting them, and in 15 years or so, when even the youngest of our brood have too much of an attitude to help, I'll decorate the darn things with lights and tinsel at Christmas time, reminiscing about how we had to get them in the ground immediately, and how the kids tracked mud all over the kitchen after "helping" dad plant them. Yup, good times.
I'm thinking in honor of the big day tomorrow, I'm gonna shut down the kitchen. No stove, microwave or oven for the day. Hmm. Wonder how that will sit with the crew. Salads for lunch, PB&J for supper. It may not do much to reduce my carbon footprint, but it keeps me from having to cook for a day. It's a win-win situation, I think.

(pity) party of one

(crashed by the Spirit)
I can't say that I get terribly depressed or down too often. In general, I have a pretty positive, healthy outlook on life. But on occasion, I have myself a nice little pity-party. Today was a good one. It started when Alice mentioned to me on her way out the door for school, that she'd had a dream last night that we were going to have another baby. She was pretty excited about it and mentioned more than once that she hoped it would come true. I love that. I think it's wonderfully sweet that our kids, especially the older ones recognize the gift of life. I'd be happy to bring another tiny miracle into this world myself. However, the sweetness was kind of sucked right out of it later as I turned things around in my mind and began with the sad thoughts of little Cy, the baby we lost just a few short months ago. I still long to hold him, and wonder if perhaps losing him is God's way of telling us there are to be no more babies. It makes me very sad to imagine never holding a beautiful newborn again. Not that my life would be incomplete without more children, but it is a miracle each and every time, and I would love to have that privilege again. Anyhow, just as I was feeling most sorry for myself, I felt a sense of peace and comfort come over me, certainly the works of the Spirit, as this was placed on my heart. That is, no matter what experiences remain for me here on earth, I have a beautiful baby boy waiting for me in heaven. Certainly I will hold a precious newborn again, little Cy. If 10 is to be my "perfect" number here, I should not be sad, but look forward to the eternal reward of heaven and the tiny baby waiting for me there. One more reason to focus on Jesus and His promise of new life.

In praise and gratitude of His comfort and consolation:
Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful, and enkindle in them the fire of your love. Send forth your Spirit, and they shall be created, and you will renew the face of the earth.
Let us pray: Lord by the light of the Holy Spirit you have taught the hearts of your faithful. In the same Spirit help us to relish what is right and always rejoice in consolation. We ask you this through Christ our Lord. Amen

they're back...

I'm pretty certain I've written about my distaste for them before...yep, right there. I thought I had them all out of the house. That is, until the 6 oldest kids saw the dentist recently, and every one of them came home with a new toothbrush, paste, floss, and what else? A Bouncy ball!!!! Come on, already! Can you believe it. From the dentist of all places. What's next? Chicken bone treats for doggies at the vet? Geesh. Anyhow, this evening, being trapped indoors with the weather, the bouncy balls made their way out with a vengeance. All six of them, bouncing in the hallways, baby-bouncing in the tiniest most annoying way on the coffee table, in Lucy's mouth (repeatedly.) It was like a really bad dream. I'm running out of space on my windowsill for small confiscated toys, and most of the kids can get them back from there now anyhow. To the top of the fridge they go... the bouncy balls that is.
Praying for warm weather tomorrow that we might be outside. (Bouncy balls long since forgotten.) Pray with me, please.

homemaking 101: feel free to share

We all have little tricks and tips for keeping organized. I'm always looking for new ones as this cozy four-bedroom feels as if it could bust at the seems any time. This past week or so, I've slowly been going through closets again, packing away winter, and getting ready for spring/summer. My neighbor is having a garage sale next weekend, so it's been motivating for me to get the sorting finished in time to add a few things to her sale. Part of our seasonal changeover also takes place in the hall closet where winter coats are washed and put away, replaced now with spring jackets and hoodies. A couple years ago I purchased an over-the-door shoe organizer with clear pockets. I keep it inside the front coat closet. In the winter it holds mittens, hats, scarves etc. In the warmer months, when snow-gear is packed away, it's home to flip-flops, lots of them. All the girls seem to have a pair in nearly every color, and I was tired of them laying throughout the house. So, now they hang neatly, in pairs and easy to spot, in the front closet...easy to grab on the way out, and even easier to put away. No more searching last minute as we're ready to take off. Do you have any great "can't live without" organizing tips? Please share!

borderline believer

Well, we did get to enjoy a second "camp"fire over the weekend. Again on Saturday, after the younger ones were bathed and in bed, John and I and the oldest few sat out under the stars and listened to the logs crackle. Slowly, after a couple marshmallows, one by one they'd wander in to bed for the night. Emma stayed up the latest, and conversation dipped from school, to sports, and eventually to Santa, the toothfairy and Easter bunny. She shared that kids had been talking about them lately again at school. Emma's friend was apparently given strict instructions by her mom not to tell the secret to anyone, but "that none of it's real." (so much for the secret.) It's a hard thing to leave them hanging like that. John and I didn't add anything to the conversation, just listened to her toss ideas around, as she thought out-loud and shared what she might still believe. For now she was certain Santa is still real. (I loved her reasoning) "Because you and Dad could never afford all those nice gifts." But she's pretty certain Easter bunny and toothfairy are make-believe. We kinda just let her hangin'. As much as I'd love to tell her the truth, and have her share in the secret, I'm not ready for the trickle-down effect as the secret would "slip" to the little ones.
Rather, we just toasted another marshmallow, pulled our chairs a little closer to the fire, as conversation drifted on...

First Communion Novena

A dear friend shared a beautiful family novena to be prayed prior to First Communion Day. If it's too late for you to do the nine day prayer, it was also suggested to do the last 3 days prior as a Family Triduum prayer. We'll be starting ours here Friday in time for Sam's First Eucharist on Sunday, May 3rd.

friday night lights

...a perfectly wonderful end to a gorgeous spring day. Eight beds stripped and later re-made with fresh-from-the-line linens, lawn mowed for the first time this year, and an evening stroll to the park, all led up to a quiet fire and some marshmallow toasting with the older kids. I got everyone bathed, and the youngest three to bed, so the rest of us could sneak out for some warm sticky treats. Unfortunately, John's at work missing this one, but it sounds like the weather is to be more of the same tomorrow. We've still got a few marshmallows left...

Restful weekend to you all!

Can you smell it??

...fresh sheets and blankets on the line. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nothing says spring quite like it. Everyone should sleep well tonight. Just two more sets to go, and we'll have them all covered.

Easter pics

Frank seems to have his 'bum stuck in the bottom of the coat rack...but doesn't seem to mind.

Charlie, "Say Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese!"

Sam and Emma. It almost looks as if they don't mind each other. My heart just skipped a beat.