Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Our Baby Girl Loses Her First Tooth!
Gianna lost her first tooth today! She'd been anticipating this big event for quite a while as the front root of her tooth was totally detached and visible for the past two days. She had a little help from Joy who actually pulled it out. It was nice to feel her joy and see her new grin. She's looking forward to her first visit from the tooth-fairy tonight.
I have to admit, it made me just a bit sad to realize that our baby girl will soon be taking on the look of a bigger girl now that her grownup teeth will start coming in; not to mention the fact that she'll be turning 6 next month. I just can't believe how quickly she is growing up. Where has the time gone? As I often tell my friends.............It's not that I didn't believe people when they told me how quickly my children would grow up, it's just that I couldn't comprehend how fast it would go.
Gianna, losing her tooth, made us reminisce with laughter about one of Catherine's tooth losing episodes. Catherine had a tooth that was very loose. She was anxious for it to come out and decided to try a method that her Grandpa Jack had used on some of his children. His method was to tie one end of a string around the loose tooth and the other to the handle of an open car door. As a test of courage, which he was fond of giving, he would have the child with the loose tooth slam the car door which would yank out the tooth. Amanda and Joy helped Catherine tie the string to her tooth. Instead of a car door though, they decided to use their bedroom door. As the time got closer to slam the door shut, Catherine began to lose her courage and started to cry. She was torn between the two emotions of wanting her tooth to come out and the pain she was afraid she'd have to endure. Her sisters encouraged and coaxed her for quite a while, but Catherine only got more and more worked up as the internal struggle continued. She was crying hysterically when she suddenly realized that her bladder was about to burst. Feeling relieved that she had a good excuse to put off the inevitable, and fearing she wouldn't make it to the bathroom in time she bolted from the room yelling to her sisters that she had to go to the bathroom. Her single-focusness at this moment caused her to forget that the string was still attached to her tooth and as she ran past the doorway her tooth remained behind! Much to everyone's delight!
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of my dear children. I am so happy to be a mother. I pray that I will do justice to my vocation and raise children who will love, fear and follow you all the days of their lives. Thank you for the priviledge of letting me be a stay-at-home mother and for the opportunity to spend so much of my time with them. Thank you for allowing me to homeschool them......to learn with them, and watch them grow. I've been truly blessed.
I have to admit, it made me just a bit sad to realize that our baby girl will soon be taking on the look of a bigger girl now that her grownup teeth will start coming in; not to mention the fact that she'll be turning 6 next month. I just can't believe how quickly she is growing up. Where has the time gone? As I often tell my friends.............It's not that I didn't believe people when they told me how quickly my children would grow up, it's just that I couldn't comprehend how fast it would go.
Gianna, losing her tooth, made us reminisce with laughter about one of Catherine's tooth losing episodes. Catherine had a tooth that was very loose. She was anxious for it to come out and decided to try a method that her Grandpa Jack had used on some of his children. His method was to tie one end of a string around the loose tooth and the other to the handle of an open car door. As a test of courage, which he was fond of giving, he would have the child with the loose tooth slam the car door which would yank out the tooth. Amanda and Joy helped Catherine tie the string to her tooth. Instead of a car door though, they decided to use their bedroom door. As the time got closer to slam the door shut, Catherine began to lose her courage and started to cry. She was torn between the two emotions of wanting her tooth to come out and the pain she was afraid she'd have to endure. Her sisters encouraged and coaxed her for quite a while, but Catherine only got more and more worked up as the internal struggle continued. She was crying hysterically when she suddenly realized that her bladder was about to burst. Feeling relieved that she had a good excuse to put off the inevitable, and fearing she wouldn't make it to the bathroom in time she bolted from the room yelling to her sisters that she had to go to the bathroom. Her single-focusness at this moment caused her to forget that the string was still attached to her tooth and as she ran past the doorway her tooth remained behind! Much to everyone's delight!
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of my dear children. I am so happy to be a mother. I pray that I will do justice to my vocation and raise children who will love, fear and follow you all the days of their lives. Thank you for the priviledge of letting me be a stay-at-home mother and for the opportunity to spend so much of my time with them. Thank you for allowing me to homeschool them......to learn with them, and watch them grow. I've been truly blessed.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Enunciation is IMPORTANT!
This afternoon, as I was preparing lunch, Ben came into the kitchen and I heard him ask, "Mom, what would you say if I brought a gay boy home on Sunday?"
Understandably, his question took me by surprise and I quickly tried to formulate a calm, reasonable response while simultaneously trying to figure out what had prompted the question. Was it the seemingly gay (but very pleasant) instructor the kids had had at homeschool PE at the YMCA over the past few months? Was it just to try to trip me up?............to tease me (as my soon to be teenager is so fond of)?..........Or more significantly, to try to develop in his mind Catholic teaching on gay behavior and how Catholics should respond to people who are gay? Regardless of the reason, I knew my answer was important and that I should try to respond in a charitable, non-defensive, rational, catechetical manner.
I took a deep breath and told him that it would concern me because people that we spend time with can influence us and we need to surround ourselves with those that share our values so that we can lift each other up.
At this point one of Ben's eyebrows curved up and he looked at me with an expression of bewilderment on his face as he said, "Mom, it's just a GameBoy". When I realized what had happened I broke into laughter; and then managed to tell him, between chuckles, what I thought he had said. Of course, he got a big kick out of it and we laughed together for quite a while. It was one of those wonderful "mother/son" bonding moments I'm so very fond of. I love my son!
But no..........he still can't bring a GameBoy into the house!
Understandably, his question took me by surprise and I quickly tried to formulate a calm, reasonable response while simultaneously trying to figure out what had prompted the question. Was it the seemingly gay (but very pleasant) instructor the kids had had at homeschool PE at the YMCA over the past few months? Was it just to try to trip me up?............to tease me (as my soon to be teenager is so fond of)?..........Or more significantly, to try to develop in his mind Catholic teaching on gay behavior and how Catholics should respond to people who are gay? Regardless of the reason, I knew my answer was important and that I should try to respond in a charitable, non-defensive, rational, catechetical manner.
I took a deep breath and told him that it would concern me because people that we spend time with can influence us and we need to surround ourselves with those that share our values so that we can lift each other up.
At this point one of Ben's eyebrows curved up and he looked at me with an expression of bewilderment on his face as he said, "Mom, it's just a GameBoy". When I realized what had happened I broke into laughter; and then managed to tell him, between chuckles, what I thought he had said. Of course, he got a big kick out of it and we laughed together for quite a while. It was one of those wonderful "mother/son" bonding moments I'm so very fond of. I love my son!
But no..........he still can't bring a GameBoy into the house!
"Growing Up"
Yesterday, Peter, my newly turned 4 year old, was sick and vomited twice over the course of the evening. Today, when his Nana called, he asked to talk to her. He wanted to tell her he'd been sick and receive the sympathy and comfort that Grandmothers are so good at providing. I could only hear his end of the conversation which went like this:
"Hi Nana. I was sick yesterday. I 'grew' up two times. That's why I don't really like growing up. But I do want to be a daddy, so I do kind of want to grow up."
So cute, and yet so sad. I'll have to have a talk with my little boy. Growing up can be hard.....and oh so confusing!
"Hi Nana. I was sick yesterday. I 'grew' up two times. That's why I don't really like growing up. But I do want to be a daddy, so I do kind of want to grow up."
So cute, and yet so sad. I'll have to have a talk with my little boy. Growing up can be hard.....and oh so confusing!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A New Adventure Begins..............
After years of feeling guilty about not keeping baby books or journals to record the events, activities and antics of our growing household, I'm finally taking the plunge into the world of blogging. I have my friend, Christine Boyle, to thank for inspiring me with her beautiful blog site, Memories of a Catholic Wife and Mother. I have spent many enjoyable moments reading her blog and chuckling over the cute things her children do and say, which remind me so very much of my own children.
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