diapers to your door

Because I'm wondering where this little treasure's been hiding for the last 9 years of my life, I'm going to share this with you moms (or grandmas) of little ones in diapers. They have nearly every brand under the sun, as well as wipes, etc. I found they have larger cases than what Walmart carries (which is great when you have 3 in the same size diapers). It's free shipping on orders over $49, and they have a coupon for $10 off your first order of $49. I did the math and it's just a couple pennies more per diaper than Walmart prices, but for the convenience (now that I'll likely have fewer trips there) it seems worth it. I'm going to be giving this a try. Thank you Karla, for sharing this with me!!

W.W.S.P.D

warning...men this post is probably not of any interest to you. It's "chick" stuff.

I'm in a bit of a quandry about wedding attire for the weekend. I found the cutest pair of "peep-toe" shoes (and I won't even tell you what a bargain they were!) to go with the outfit I'm wearing. My dilemna is weather or not to wear pantyhose. I can't imagine a pantyhose seam sticking out of these too-cute shoes, and yet...I'm old-school. Is it "legal" for a grown woman to dress-up without them? Yikes. I found myself wondering tonight..."What would Sarah Palin do?" She looked hot in everything, right?! I've been lotioning up, big time, just in case I work up the courage to go sans stockings. Even trying a bit of sunless tanner. Perhaps I'll turn orange, and the decision will be easy. We'll see what the day brings. Feel free to advise.

Sorry Mom.

Okay, so I got this cute little haircut today. (or at least I think so.) I've been way overdue, and with a wedding to attend this weekend, it was mandatory. Anyways, I took three of the girls with me. Afterwards, when I asked what they thought...Grace answered "You look like Grandma, but without the wrinkles." Good thing she has one hip grandma! I'll take it as a compliment.

not sure we can afford this routine...

Last evening, it was discovered that we were nearly out of diapers. We had enough to last through midday today, which would normally not be a problem, except that I had to work this morning. (Wouldn't have time to run before work.)
Now that John is on 2nd shift, I'm not afforded the luxury of running out to grab some alone through the evening, or even making my usual trip when the kids get to bed. Nope, last night it was all or none. I loaded up all 10 to hit the nearest Dollar General. I had just 3 or 4 things on my list...diapers, tissues, dishsoap, and deoderant I think. Shoulda been in and out in less than 5 minutes. Oh no! Not anymore.
Alice grabbed a cart and took Frank, Emma had a cart with Rose, and I had Lucy and Charlie in my cart. The rest were on their own to run like wild monkeys through the store. Okay, they actually behaved quite well...and I promised if they behaved well, they could pick out their valentines cards.
That promise was my biggest mistake. The arguments began..."If they get Valentines, can the rest of us get something little." Oi. Mind you, it's rare, VERY RARE, that the kids ever get to pick out toys or treats at the store. We just always stick to the list. But I had the army with me, and feared anarchy, so I caved. Everyone got to pick one small thing (less than a dollar). There were a couple that just couldn't decide...my patience was wearing thin, but I stood strong. I smiled at everyone who glanced across shelves, pointed, giggled, waiting for me to lose it. I never lost it. Selections were finalized and after what seemed like an eternity, we made it to the register. The older kids helped the younger ones out to the van to buckle, while I paid. Yikes...$30 of essentials, and $10 of junk...I'm not sure we can afford for John to stay on this shift. Ha! In hindsight, it might have just been cheaper, and less exhausting, to pay a neighbor girl a couple bucks to come over for 15 minutes.
Oh well. That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. I know we can get out and accomplish just about anything we need to. Little tasks like these are character & confidence building...although, I'm going to go hide a stash of diapers somewhere now, in case this happens again anytime soon.

around the dinner table

The 3 oldest began singing selections they're practicing for the spring school musical. Something about squirrels, and rain...I couldn't get a clear answer as to what it was really about...too much singing and giggling.
Anyhow, I asked what they were going to need to be dressing as this year. Alice and Emma thought they might need to look like squirrels. Without missing a beat, Charlie chimes in, " and I think Sam should be the nut!"

(I literally choked with laughter on my spaghetti. Where does he come up with this stuff?!)

St. Blaise, pray for us.

Feast Day, Feb 3rd.

We all stood in line after mass on Sunday as our priest and deacon offered the following blessing. As I laid in bed last night listening to the multitude of hacks and coughs coming from every corner of the house, I continued (and do still) to ask for his intercession for healing.

“Through the intercession of St. Blaise, bishop and martyr, may God deliver you from ailments of the throat and from every other evil. In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit” (Blessing of St. Blaise).

day one on alien planet...

The kids came home from school today, asking as expected..."Where's Dad?" I reminded them his schedule had changed, and immediately called to order a meeting. Over teddy grahams and fruit snacks, we hashed out how things might change...good and bad.
The older kids seemed willing to help out a little more in exchange for a few more minutes of computer time or other liberties (yet to be determined.) We made a schedule, that will surely change a zillion times, but I feel better going in with a few ground rules...like no computer or electronic games before supper. After school time is for snack, homework, then helping with the little ones while I get supper on. After supper will be their free time. Except Friday evenings, which will now be our cleaning night. (So we can have "good times" with Dad on Saturdays.)
Tonight the older kids did a wonderful job entertaining Lucy while I made supper (without me nagging, even) and so after supper, we spent an hour or so at our public library. It's a favorite hangout for all ages. We followed up with some ice cream for a late dessert (low-fat for me!) and a silly sing-along movie before bed. The older kids would never admit to liking it...but they know all the songs by heart, and it's fun to watch them all enjoy it. Charlie even helped me with a Rosary as the others settled off to bed. It really was a good start to this new chapter. I'm grateful for God's grace to carry us through. Thanks for the prayers.
So now, I have a couple hours to fold up some laundry, get the dishwasher unloaded, and "settle" until John gets home. I'm not one for tv...don't even know for sure what I'd want to watch to get hooked on. Perhaps a little reading instead. A friend dropped by a book today that I'm anxious to check out. I can't even tell you the title, something from Focus on the Family about spending quality evenings with the kids...funny, it's as if she knew...that 'ol Holy Spirit is always working!

Peace and good night to all!

rolling with the changes...

After 5 days home, I think the kids were ready to be back in school today. Some anxious to get back to big projects, others just excited for gym class, and conversations with friends about the super bowl.
It was a little bittersweet sending them off this morning, as today begins quite a change for our family here. With layoffs and cutbacks where John works, his weekend shift was done away with, so he's moving to supervision on evening shift. The hardest part about that is him not being able to see the school kids through the week. It will be a HUGE adjustment for us all, to say the least, but we can only be grateful. We have neighbors and friends and coworkers who don't have jobs at all anymore. I feel blessed that John had an option at all.
Although, with the bad comes good, and that means John's home on the weekends for the first time in 4 1/2 years. We went to church together yesterday, and it was wonderful! I can't describe the comfort and strength I felt just having him there with us. All was right. Even Charlie behaved a little better (though not a lot!) but a little.
Posting may be a little more infrequent, as we adjust to new schedules and demands...or maybe not. Things may just roll along smoothly. If you think of us, say a little prayer as I tackle evening shift with the kids on my own.

fast food factoid

French fries, to a toddler, are merely a vehicle for getting the ketchup as quickly and efficiently to the mouth as possible.

longing for warmer days

As usual, I had visitors in the bathroom while I showered this morning. One of the kids, usually the younger ones use this time for conversation, confession, whatever, while I'm helpless behind the shower curtain.

Today it was Mary, and her comments were brief: "Mom, what is summer like? I'm forgetting to remember what summer is like. Can we go swimming on the first day of summer?"

Me: "Ummm. Yeah sure. Could you close the door on your way out...."

It helps some days to have a plan

When the home phone and cell phone rang simultaneously at 7:53 this morning, I knew immediately it was our school's call system reporting school was closed again. I didn't even bother getting the phone. Mary answered it, and in her usual message-taking style broke the news to me "Mom, it was Minster somethin' somethin'. I think it's closed." Enough said.

Today, I needed a plan. I'm not sure any of us could handle another day of "life on the prairie," and I'm sure manners and pleasantries were wearing thin. We need to get out. After breakfast, I called the local bowling alley, to see if they would have us. They were open, Thank you Lord!

I announced our plan to the kids, and they were willing to move mountains to assure we got there. Our Saturday cleaning (for the most part) was done by 10, beds made, rooms straightened, dusted, vaccumed. It was a wonderful morning. Mom joined us for bowling, and later my brother and his family, and even my dad met us as well. Turns out everyone was tired of being couped up. We had pizza for lunch and got home just in time to start afternoon naps.

Who knows what the rest of the day might bring. I'm grateful for a wonderful start though. I've got a lasagna thawing for supper, and made a pan of brownies as well. I know it must be God's hand moving the day along so smoothely, and I'm grateful for His help.

Now with our basic cleaning done a day early, I'll have to come up with some "above and beyond" projects to fill our morning tomorrow. Hmmm....what will another day bring?

to recap the day

Okay, I nearly broke a few times as far as the tv goes. Arguments from 8 and 9 year olds like "Mom, Charlie stole some of my Lincoln Logs," or "Rose keeps looking at me!" start to wear me down. But, just as I'm ready to pop in a movie that will keep the little ones singing their "a,b,c's" in peace, I see brothers lining up Rescue Heroes atop Lincoln Log cabins, while Indians take their place behind the Little People Race Track ready to attack. Sisters are starting a session of "school" or "secretary" (whichever takes more crayons and papers) and all is right with the world. The youngest 4 eventually settled in for afternoon naps, and I actually got my gray roots colored to their natural brown again.

Yep, all is right with the world.

We're on for a 2 hour delay already tomorrow. Hoping the buses can safely make it out to get the kiddies to school. Older ones are getting bored....not sure how much longer I can expect the niceties to last.

Another snow day!

I had to work yesterday (my first day back on the time clock in 6 weeks), and figures, I'd have to drive through a foot of snow to get there. I do love it though, so it was wonderful being there, seeing co-workers and residents I'd not seen in awhile.

Today though, I get to enjoy the day off with the kids. The oldest 3 spent most of the day building snowforts and tunnels with the neighbor kids, while the others stayed in. We found some old playdough toys that have been packed away for a long time, as well as some new Christmas treasures. It was a playdough village...barbershop, ice cream factory, as well as several other cool "noodle makers." Yes, everyone had playdough stuck to them, and yes it took quite some time to scrape the table, chairs and floor of mushed playdough, but it was soooo worth it! After the kitchen was cleaned up, we proceeded to make a "tent" of the kitchen table with some yards of old fabric I had stashed away.

Right now, kids are playing quietly with blocks and little people. We're trying our darndest to keep that old TV off. It's more challenging all the time, especially for the older ones who don't play much with toys anymore. I'll have to take a look in my stash of craft supplies to see what we can get everyone interested in. Better get...no rest for the wicked.

Happy snow day everyone!

Our Lady of the Snows

The scene from my kitchen window. Our humble grotto looking lovely as ever blanketed with a foot of snow. White lights keep her illuminated year round. (Even more beautiful when the roses are in bloom.)


A prayer: Our Lady of the Snows, Immaculate Queen of the Universe, Thou has bestowed so many countless graces and pledges of love upon the hearts and souls of millions. O Mother, deign to shower forth the graces of thine Immaculate Heart upon the remnant Faithful throughout the world, wherever they may be, and grant them the graces of a childlike love and unwavering fidelity to the holy truths of our Faith. Grant, good Mother, to the faithful Bishops of the Church the grace to defend Her Sacred Teachings, and to persevere courageously against all the enemies of the Holy Church. Amen.

who are you?

In Charlie's defense, I'll admit there are plenty of times that Grace (6) and Mary (nearly 5) have me doing a double take to see who's who. Their matching long sandy blonde hair, and similar size can cause me confusion to say the least. Charlie had us all in stitches tonight though, as he tapped Mary on the shoulder and bluntly asked, "Who are you? Are you Grace or are you Mary?"
It was so innocent and cute. If you don't know...just ask.

almost forgot...

A thank you to St. Anthony, for an earring found. It was one of my favorites and has been missing for nearly 2 years. It wasn't expensive by any means, but I liked them. Anyhow, I've saved the match all this while hoping (and praying when I thought to) it would turn up. Found it in the very back of my sock drawer of all places while searching for a missing black sock. (still searching for the sock.)

Were you all raised to turn to St. Anthony for help in finding lost articles?

"Good St. Anthony, look around. Something's lost and must be found."

I'm constantly reminding the kids of this one.

whoop, there it is...not.

I had three of the little ones to the doctor today, concerned they might have of all things, whooping cough. Turns out he doesn't think so, thank goodness. But 2 of them left with antibiotics none the less.
It's a challenge I think to know when to bring your kids in to the doctor. I tend to be one to try to wait things out, as long as possible. I can count on one hand the number of antibiotics that have been in this house for all ten kids combined. We've had some pretty nasty coughs, lasting for some time now though, so it was time to get some relief. Of course, the kids acted perfectly well for the doctor...laughing & carrying on like nothing's wrong. Why does that make me feel guilty?! Anyhow, glad they've been evaluated, are getting treatment, and hope to all be sleeping through the night again soon!

Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul, Jan. 25th

Paul’s entire life can be explained in terms of one experience—his meeting with Jesus on the road to Damascus. In an instant, he saw that all the zeal of his dynamic personality was being wasted, like the strength of a boxer swinging wildly. Perhaps he had never seen Jesus, who was only a few years older. But he had acquired a zealot’s hatred of all Jesus stood for, as he began to harass the Church: “...entering house after house and dragging out men and women, he handed them over for imprisonment” (Acts 8:3b). Now he himself was “entered,” possessed, all his energy harnessed to one goal—being a slave of Christ in the ministry of reconciliation, an instrument to help others experience the one Savior. ~from americancatholic.org

I'm reminded of the words expressed by a congressman from California, speaking from the March for Life on Thursday. He reminded us that "before he was Paul, he was Saul," a fierce persecutor of Christians, who met Jesus and had an instant conversion. The congressman encouraged us to pray for the conversion of our own President. What a great nation we could be indeed, if he too would "meet Jesus" and change his heart to recognize the sanctity of all lives, especially the unborn.

May we strive to be Christ-like in our daily lives, so that others may see Christ in us, and realize what's missing in their own. More prayers for the conversion of hearts.

May our President "Saul" become "Paul" before many more precious lives are lost.

March for Life (madness!)

I'm a bit miffed (okay, downright mad) at how March for Life went completely unnoticed by main-stream media. Surprised? No, but upset none the less. I did spend much of Thursday afternoon tuned in to EWTN as they provided Live coverage throughout the day. I was even fortunate to catch interviews with local youth who attended from nearby parishes. (Mercer County RTL) It's rare that I catch any television throughout the day. I felt it was important to make an exception for this. I'm inspired and optimistic by the huge crowd this year. Although, when I searched online for news reports, including tallies of those in attendance, I could find almost nothing. Jeesh!?

Anyways, as the kids napped that afternoon, I offered I quiet Rosary for Life. I prayed for the conversion of hearts, for a respect for the sanctity of life. I prayed that government leaders and lawmakers come to recognize that all life is sacred and in need of protection from this infanticide called abortion.

I'm angered when I think about the insanity of it all. This argument over the sanctity of human life should not be happening! When we miscarried our 13 week old baby earlier this month, we were notified that a "death certificate" would be available through the county courthouse if we were interested. So our government then recognizes that there is life. That apparently isn't the argument anymore? Rather, the argument is about murder, and when it is apparently okay. Would one pro-abortionist argue that if abortion is the answer to an inconvenient pregnancy, then murdering one's spouse would be justified in an unhappy marriage? Oh, I just get steamed when I start to think about it.

I'll end with a quote from our new President Obama, words given in his Inaugural address. If only he would recognize and include the unborn in this promise of his:

"The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."

Nothing says ROMANCE like...

John and I giggled ourselves to sleep last night as I snuggled in next to him wreaking of this stuff. I've been battling a persistent cough for 2 weeks now, and willing to try anything, I practically bathed in Vicks hoping for one good nights sleep. I think he was sleeping when I "snuck" in, but one turn of the blankets sent a cloud of the vapors his way, clearing his sinuses and waking him in an instant. Neither of us could speak through the laughter, except for his one comment "My mom would be so proud of you."

(by the way, I did cough less...no other meds or cough drops required.)

When Frank woke me in the wee hours coughing, I gave the same treatment to him. As I tucked him back into bed with his brother, Charlie rolled over coughing and in a hoarse, crackly voice moaned "What kind of medicine did you put in Frank's mouth?!" I think there were enough vapors to clear both of their coughs...so I didn't put Charlie through the same trauma.