Friday, September 28, 2007
We had the first parent-teacher conference at school today. Jonathan is doing great but the teacher said he is timid and seems afraid to speak up when called on even if he knows the answer. He's also a bit reluctant to join in with kids if they are already in the midst of play, though, she said he is okay if he initiates the play. I'm not surprised at any of these things. I've seen similar behavior at story time at the library or at vacation Bible school or other social settings.
So, how do you gently encourage a shy child to overcome his fears? I'm not expecting a cure-all or something that will change him overnight, but I would like to try to help him. I'm fairly shy myself and I would like to empower my children so that they don't feel so uncomfortable in social situations like I do. Any thoughts?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Search key words:
diaper change (see this recent post)
toilets that spontaneously flush (see this post from the early days of my blog, a whole month ago!)
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I headed out to the grocery store this morning so Eric had all three kids at home. When I was leaving he was in the middle of laying down masking tape on the floor along the baseboards that he wants to get painted this weekend (the culmination of a home improvement project that we started a year and a half ago!). When I got home from the store, I found this...
It's a whole town's worth of roads and it's been keeping the kids busy for hours! They've been creating buildings out of legos and driving their cars around and around. I never would have thought so much fun could be had with a few cents worth of painter's tape.
Elizabeth especially loves it and all of her favorite cars have gone cruising. Featured here are (from right to left) Sally, Lightning McQueen, Luigi and Herbie.
And, apparently I'm not allowed to take a picture of anything without allowing the kids to pose for one as well. So, here they are...
I hope you are all having a great weekend!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
As for myself, I would like to be perceived as lovely, elegant, poised, classy, and beautiful. I think that I can achieve these regardless of how much baby weight I have yet to lose or how many gray hairs are on my head. It's more a question of how I think of myself and how I carry myself. Truthfully, however, at the moment I perceive myself as tired, clumsy, muddled, and distracted. But, thankfully, these are temporary states as I continue to refine myself into the poised, classy lady that I want to become.
I love the You Tube video that Jen includes in her post of women in art over the centuries. It is stunning and the women are beautiful and elegant, the polar opposites of how women are portrayed in modern day media. The artists paint not only their faces, but are somehow able to also capture their souls. I think that is the problem with modern media, women are treated as objects who have been stripped of their souls. I want to teach my children to perceive all people first as souls, regardless of if they meet them on the street or see them on TV or on the cover of a tabloid at the check out counter. (And, regardless of if they meet them in a moment of clumsiness or poised confidence.)
I hope this post makes some sense to someone. During the course of writing this I have gotten the baby to sleep and he has woken up again three separate times! But, I know all of you understand and will forgive me for being a bit incoherent at times. :)
Monday, September 17, 2007
Elizabeth: Mommy, did he poop?
Me: Yes, he did, Sweetie.
Elizabeth: Did it leak?
Me: (grabbing the sixteenth wipe of the diaper change) Uh huh.
Elizabeth: Can I see?
Me: (not sure if I should laugh or groan!)
Ten minutes later after getting a clean shirt for myself...
Elizabeth: Mommy, my poop did not leak out of my panties.
Me: (suddenly very alert) Is there poop in your panties?
Me: Let's go to the bathroom and check. Right now.
One minute later...
Me: Elizabeth, there is poop in your panties.
Elizabeth: I know, isn't it funny!?!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I know that fear does not come from God. I should have more faith that He knows what is best for my family. But, at the same time, I know that if an infant sleeps on his back, the risk of SIDS goes down significantly. I fear the guilt I would feel if something did happen because I did not act on the this knowledge I have.
So, how do you deal with the fear of SIDS? How do you keep it from disrupting your life (and the peaceful sleep of both yourself and your infant)?
Friday, September 14, 2007
We went to mass this morning at Jonathan's school and I love starting the day by receiving the Eucharist. The recessional song was not one that I recognized, but it must be a favorite for the school. All the kids boisterously joined in the singing and there were hand motions to go with the song as well. After mass we waited on the sidewalk to say goodbye to Jonathan and we watched all the classes file by. A group of 6 or 8 second grade girls started singing the recessional song again with all their little hearts as they passed . They skipped and sang all the way back to the school. It was so precious and charming! I was so glad that their teacher did not scold and shush them back into neat, quiet, straight lines.
Yes, today is a beautiful day. And, I'm going to make a point to slow down and enjoy every second of it!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
P.S. I'm offering up prayers and sacrifices this week for you other mommies who persevere through times without your husbands at home. I've also been thinking about and praying for women who are widowed or who have husbands who are overseas in the military. God bless you all!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
So, if you get a chance, say a little prayer for me. I'm most nervous about surviving the evenings without Eric here. I think I've been dealing with some kind of post-partum/hormonal thing because I seem to be very stressed out and edgy lately and by about supper time every day I'm about ready to pop (or burst into tears). I'm really going to miss Daddy's help with supper dishes, the whole bedtime routine, Elizabeth's continued bad dreams, and Gustin's evening fusiness that really had ramped up over the last couple of weeks. Thankfully, tonight went well, though. So, we're off to a good start.
St. Christopher, please pray for Eric and his co-workers. They are in the air over the Altantic right now!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of little Augustine!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Saturday morning was the annual Dove Festival and we of course attended the parade. The kids came home with an insane amount of candy and I came home with some things to ponder on.
Eric's little hometown is so different than the suburbs that I have unconsciously become used to over the past seven years. We live in a fairly middle class neighborhood in an area that ranges from middle class to upper middle class to affluent. Our local parish is massive and has a similar demographic. We are involved in several different organizations at church where we have met most of our friends who are all Catholic families with young children.
But, as I sat on the town square waiting for the parade to begin I was able to observe a very different community. I watched people greet each other as they walked along, not able to go ten steps without seeing someone they new. I can go to the grocery store for months and never run into another person with whom I am acquainted. I saw people from every economic class and age range and they were all interacting with each other. There were people with crooked teeth, discolored teeth, or no teeth at all. It was much more interesting than the uniformly straight and brilliantly white smiles that we encounter at home. Many of the people there would be considered poor, but they were good people, hard workers and seemed happy with their lives. Around here, the word "poor" is so often considered synonymous with "drugs", "violence", "crime", and "filth".
I saw the local man who always wears overalls no matter where he goes, whether it's working his farm, going to church, or to a wedding. I heard names like Pearl, Aline, Mavelda, V.B., T.P., Lou, and La Verne. The local weekly paper featured a farmer whose apple trees produced specimens that were a whopping 13.3 ounces. There is also a local elderly man who can routinely be seen driving down the street on his riding lawn mower. His driver's license was revoked years ago due to failing eyesight so he putters around town on his lawn mower, which is still legal for him to do.
The local Catholic church has about 50 parishioners and are awaiting a missionary priest that is coming to serve them. The deacon presided over a communion service on Sunday and they continuously thanked God that they would soon have a priest and would be able to celebrate mass.
I feel so grateful that my children get to experience this quaint little community. I feel like their horizons are broadened most, not by living near a big city, but by visiting a small, old fashioned town with all it's quirks and characters. It's so refreshingly imperfect.