I’m just going to say it. I don’t know how the people in the North do it. And when I say the North, I mean anything north of San Antonio. After what feels like an eternity (which I think might realistically be more like 3 or 4 weeks) of cold weather (and by cold weather I mean in the 40s and 50s), we were finally able to get outside and enjoy the weather. The operative word being enjoy, as we’ve still been spending time outdoors…it’s just that our time has been marked by lots of whining and complaining…geez, putting this in print is seriously shameful…we are such cold weather wimps! Now that the sun has resurfaced and the temperatures have been in the mid to high 60s, we have literally spent the last five days outside from morning to evening, soaking up every ray of sun possible, enjoying our lessons on a picnic blanket, eating meals and snacks in the great outdoors. Yesterday we even made it out to the Bike Trail. To all you Northerners, I am sorry that winter is there, but I am so thankful for our beautiful, sunny, warm days (don’t worry…when you’re enjoying your beautiful spring and summer days, I’ll be griping about the stifling, humid heat, but for now…oh for now, I will enjoy this taste of spring).
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A Very Belated Greeting
I had this post ready to go on December 25th. I “scheduled” it to post. Or so I thought. I must have forgotten to press the “ok” button. So while this is very belated, our holiday wishes for you still ring true. So here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!
When I first sat down to write this, I began with the intention of briefly describing our year’s highlights…you know all milestones of the year: Joseph’s First Communion, Katie’s 1st birthday, the bathroom remodel. But as I began to write, I realized that sharing those big moments wouldn’t actually give you a fair peek into our past year. Those big events, those milestones, aren’t the tiny threads that make up our daily lives.
The vast majority of our days in 2014 were completely uneventful. We woke up, ate breakfast together, went about our homeschooling day, reconvened for lunch, spent our afternoons basking in sunshine and imagination, gathered together for dinner where we shared our best and worst moments of the day, and then settled in for stories and snuggling as each little person drifted off to sleep, safe, snug, and warm. Our days were marked more by the dailiness of our lives than by anything truly remarkable, yet as I sit here and look at each of my children, I see remarkable changes left in them by all that dailiness.
Joseph, now 7, is long and lanky, a mix of permanent and baby teeth. Somewhere along the way, he’s become responsible: picking up toys without being asked, clearing his dishes, and helping his younger siblings. He’s bright and funny and extremely clever. He finds life to be full of adventure and he laughs til it hurts. He loves reading and writing and his stories are full of imagination and humor.
William turned 5 in April. Officially school age now, he eagerly anticipates a day at school. He excels in math and science and he is always trying his best to reason things out. He’s inquisitive, thoughtful, and extremely sweet. His afternoons are spent searching for rocks, climbing trees and planting every seed he can get his hands on.
Andrew, our trying 3 year old…he’s rambunctious, clever, and 100% boy. He joins his brothers at school in the mornings and then spends his time, barefoot, outdoors. His imagination is as big as our Lone Star state. While he may be busy digging in the dirt and riding his John Deere tractor, he’s ever watchful of his little sister. Just last week, he was caught trying to wake her up from her nap with “true love’s kiss.” He is joyful and expressive and ever so friendly.
And then there’s sweet little Katelyn, described perfectly by Shakespeare, “Though she be but little, she be fierce.” Katelyn has learned to stand her ground in a family of brothers. What she lacks in size, she makes up for in voice. She spent the first year of her life playing with dinosaurs and cars and then she met Dolly. Now you can find her chasing her brothers, sword in hand, with Dolly tucked safely under her arm. She’s spunky and loud, yet soft and sweet. And very much doted upon by her big brothers.
As for Daxson and me, another year of parenting has certainly had its effect on us, softening us around the edges, teaching us patience in the midst of chaos and helping us to focus on the little things that are truly important. Daxson continues to enjoy his job as a realtor and I look forward to each new day, teaching and learning alongside my children. We’ve chosen this life of dailiness and we are ever so thankful for the multitude of blessings this life bestows upon us.
Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
A Sunday Memory
Nature often does not cooperate but every now and then all the stars align and there are happy children in a Bob, Mat Kearney on Pandora, temperatures in the mid-70s, and views like this. It is moments like this: when I am surrounded by beauty and love and I am in the midst of making a sweet, Sunday memory, that I pause. And I savor. And I am so grateful. So very, very grateful.
All Hallows Tide
Sometimes I feel a little torn when it comes to celebrating holy days that are saturated with pagan traditions. On one hand, I grew up celebrating most of the holidays with the traditional cultural traditions and I want my kids to experience that…I have lovely, happy memories of holidays as a child; on the other hand, I want my kids to have the opportunity to live in a faith infused environment…I want them surrounded by what is good and holy and beautiful and to be immersed in traditions that are rich in their Catholic heritage. So often times, rather than choose between the two, I end up doing a whole lot of merging. Halloween is no different.
A quick little history lesson…Halloween or All Hallows’ Eve is the night before All Saints Day (“Hallow” meaning…you guessed it, “holy” or in this case, “saint”). As Meredith Gould points out in The Catholic Home, “Although Halloween has been secularized since the nineteenth century, Catholics have a long history of observing evening vigil before the Feast of All Saints.” All Hallows’ Eve marks the beginning of the triduum of All Hallows Tide, which is the time when the church remembers the dead…saints, martyrs, and all the faithfully departed. Many of the traditions (trick-or-treating, included!) stem from ancient traditions, some rooted in Christianity, some rooted in paganism. For an excellent read, refer to Mary Reed Newland’s The Year and Our Children or read an excerpt from her book by heading over to CatholicCulture.org. The issue isn’t so much that Christianity and Halloween are in opposition to one anther, the issue is more one of education and understanding what the focus of All Hallows Eve should be and then making that connection for our children.
That being said, we, over here, are not immune to the cultural influences of Halloween. On the contrary, there are some things I just like to do with the kids (much to the chagrin, I am sure, of many fellow Catholics). In the days preceding Halloween, we do quite a bit of cultural Halloweeny (is that a word?!) things…we make jack-o-lantern collages, paint ghosts, decorate the house to look a little spooky, listen to Wee Sing Halloween, read lots of silly and scary Halloween stories, spend some time at the pumpkin patch and corn maze and of course, use an evening to watch The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Sometimes I explain the connection and sometimes we just bask in the moment.
The day of Halloween arrives bright and early (or in this year’s case, dark and early as a huge thunderstorm rolled in and woke all the little critters) and we begin by reading Father Philip Tells a Ghost Story and Moonlight Miracle. The rest of the day is spent carving jack-o-lanterns and eagerly awaiting Halloween night when we can join all the other little ghosts and goblins as we go door-to-door trick-or-treating.
Our Halloween costumes are usually secular (although we try to veer from anything extremely scary or devilish)…from super heroes to knights to strawberries. Halloween night arrives and we don our costumes, grab our jack-o-lantern buckets and we’re off.
We come home, buckets filled to the brim with candy, eat a piece (or two) and head to bed. But here is where our Halloween differs from the majority of all those tuckered out little trick-or-treaters. We go to bed with the anticipation of what’s to come…we know that we have only just begun our All Hallows Tide celebration. Tomorrow we will celebrate All Saints Day.
All Saints Day is a joyful celebration around here! We usually begin with Mass and then we come home to celebrate. Some years our celebration has been as simple as saint stories (including a reading of I Sing a Song of the Saints of God) and some coloring, other years our celebration has been a bit more elaborate. Most years involve getting all the saint dolls out and singing a liturgy of the saints.
This year we decided to expand our celebration and throw an All Saints Day party. The kids each chose and dressed up as a saint. Joseph was Saint George, William was Saint William, and Andrew chose Saint Patrick (although I noticed that halfway through the party Joseph and Andrew had traded costumes). The supplies were bought, the games were prepared and the guests arrived.
There were Saint Guessing Jars…
Pin the Shamrock on Saint Patrick…
Works of Mercy stations…
Saint Anthony’s Treasure Box…
Saint Isidore’s Potato Sack Races…
Saint George’s Sword Fighting…
Saint Peter’s Keys to Heaven…
Queen of All Saints Ring Toss…
After the party, we worked on making our own saint dolls and had some afternoon saint treats (St. Isidore’s Pumpkin Swirl Bread (Pepperidge Farm special edition bread), St. Francis Tonsure Treats (chocolate frosted doughnuts) and St. Cecelia’s Musical Keys (sugar wafers lined up as the white piano keys with mini hershey bars as the black keys). And we may have had a little more saintly costume fun!
Tomorrow our celebration will continue with All Souls Day. The atmosphere shifts a little as we approach All Souls Day with a little more of a somber attitude, remembering those we have loved and lost and praying for their dearly departed souls to make their way to Heaven. All Souls Day is always accompanied by reading The Spirit of Tio Fernando and a visit to the cemetery. Our cemetery has statues for the Stations of the Cross, so we usually pray our way past those.
Our All Hallows Tide celebration is complete. I judge our celebration’s success based on one factor alone…do my children approach death as a celebration? Do they realize that there is no need to fear death itself, but rather to embrace it as a part of our Christian journey? If the answer is yes, we have succeeded. This year’s celebration? A success indeed.
Making Memories
We spent two long, amazing weeks visiting Granny and Pappy this summer. Here are the highlights (be prepared, we had a busy two weeks!)
As soon as Pappy announced plans to have a pool built, the boys were all planning a big opening party. Our visit began on a Sunday afternoon with the Grand Opening, ice cream included, of course!
Lots of time in and around the pool…Daxson joined us for our final weekend, much to the kids’ delight!
The boys took swim lessons with Ms. Kadia. During the boys’ swimming lessons, Katie spent time watching (quite pitifully!) from the back door or playing tea party.
A visit with Auntie Cathy and Auntie Cheryl…lots of reading, playing and laughing that day!
Homemade snow-cones thanks to Auntie Cathy!
A morning well spent at Pioneer Farms (although Andrew is still holding a grudge over this one…he fell and scraped his little hands and insisted that if I hadn’t taken them there, then he never would have fallen…”I told you I didn’t want to go there, Mommy.”)
A new adventure at Mayfield Park with peacocks all around (be sure to look up, way up!)…
Science experiments with Pappy…
A trip to the zoo…
A hike…
A visit to the Botanical Gardens…
Pappy surprised the boys with a trip to see the Dinosaur Exhibit…
No trip to Austin is complete without a few trips to the duck pond…
Playing with Alex…imagining, telling stories, acting out Beast Quest…
Afternoons at the playground…
Some girlie things…you know, dressing up, getting a new bathing suit and pushing the dolly in the stroller, of course…
A Mommy-Andrew date…out for ice cream…
A Mommy-Joseph-William date…out for cheesecake…
Playing…
Napping in some strange places…
Those were our days. Our nights were highlighted with evenings watching Pappy clean the pool, splashing feet in the water…dinner with family…Disney movies in bed snuggled under Granny’s 4th of July quilt…snuggling…laughing…playing…sleeping soundly.
Reasons I Homeschool
I remember the first time my husband asked me to consider homeschooling. I balked. We didn’t even have kids yet and here he was asking me to home educate them! He had heard someone say that parents are the only ones who truly have the child’s best interest in mind. I mulled that over in my mind and while I believed he was right, I quickly dismissed the crazy notion of homeschooling. I was in my second year of teaching and, while the public and private school systems left much room for improvement, I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea that I could provide better.
Then I had my first child. And I delighted in each new thing he learned. I saw joy in his eyes as he accomplished some new feat, conquered a difficult task, discovered something new. I wanted that joy of learning to last his whole life.
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My Mom…from A to Z
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, to a mom who is
Amazing
Brave
Creative
Daring
Energetic
Friendly
Generous
Happy, oh so happy!
Independent
Jovial
a Kindred spirit
Loving
Marvelous
Nurturing
Patient
Originial
Quotable
Reliable
Sweet
Talented
Understanding
Vivacious
Wonderous
eXtraordinary
Young at heart
Zesty
I love you!
Wake up, big brother!
Ordinary Days
Ask me to recall memories from my childhood and chances are I’ll tell you about the rainy afternoons we spent indoors making crafts and tracing stencils. Or maybe I’ll tell you about the old record player we had in the basement of our Seattle house and how Les and I must have listened a million times to the record of “All I want for Christmas”. Ooh, or maybe I’ll tell you how many times Les and I drove our wagon down the streets of Meadowdale, with her steering and me facing backwards, pushing the wagon with my feet (because as she often reminded me, she was older and only she knew how to steer properly). If you’re lucky, I might tell you all about how Les used to strap me to the rack on the back of her bike and we’d cruise through Hanahan (it’s a sure-fire way to make sure your little sister can keep up, you know).
Ask Daxson about his childhood. He doesn’t tell tales from abroad. Nor does he tell of exotic adventures. No, he recalls afternoons spent reenacting Three Amigos and Saturday mornings spent garage sale shopping with a belly full of doughnuts. He tells stories about how he used to set up a shop in his dresser drawer and sell random items to his sisters (often taking those sold items when they weren’t paying attention so he could sell them again).
Please don’t misunderstand. Trips to Disney World and afternoons at Chuck E. Cheese are delightful family adventures. But they don’t define us. It’s the ordinary moments that do.
It’s the bike rides with brothers…
It’s the box that we fit into…the box that becomes a spaceship, a house, a store…
It’s the time we spend outside…climbing, running, swinging, laughing, playing…
It’s building for hours, sometimes knocking it all down, then laughing and doing it again…
It’s the moment when we all squish together and smile…
It’s the spontaneous indoor “picnic” on a cold winter day…
It’s playing in the grass…
It’s snuggling together to watch a movie…
It’s enjoying a popsicle…
It’s the tiny spot, under the dining room table, that we run away to…together…
It’s dressing up and acting…whether it’s Superman or Buzz Lightyear or Peter Pan…
It’s having someone to snuggle up and read a book with…
It’s those moments. Those are the moments that define us.
































































































































































































































































