Monday, February 18, 2008

What has Zorg Been Doing?


Reading! Really, truly, on his own, real book reading!

We've often noticed that teaching kids to read is like pushing a ball up a hill: it's work, it's work, it's work, then, suddenly, you're at the top. You can really read, so you do read, and the more you read the better you are at it; you're rolling down the hill.

After a very tough uphill climb (it turned out the letters don't stand still for him), Zorg is now racing down hill! Hooray Zorg!

What's Up With Choclo?


Did you guess trucks? Yes indeed, we discovered (in the size 4 bin) a sweater with a front end loader on it. I remember when we were given the sweater a year or so ago I wondered why someone would put a loader on a sweater. I mean, I could see a dump truck, but a loader? I'm not even sure I knew it was a loader at the time. Well, now I know: A front end loader with it's arm raised will make a truck maniac swoon!

Speaking of which: we have been singing The Truck Song (sing as if you were doing The Wheels on the Bus):
The dump truck says we'll dump that load....(pretend to dump the kid off your lap)
The excavator says dig and scoop...(scoop kid up from your lap)
The roller says we roll it flat... (roll on kid's tummy)
Continue with as many trucks as you can think of. Repeat as "teeny tiny" trucks using a teeny tiny voice.

I also have discovered that Choclo knows his colors, he just thinks you're crazy if you ask him what they are.

So, What Has Oob Been Up to?



Even when sick, life does go on. Oob is now 9 months old and has acquired 5 enormous teeth of his very own. He is crawling very quickly, pulling up to stand around, and crawling up stairs.

In other news, we have been remodeling the house to include baby gates at the top and bottom of stairs.

Much to his delight, we found a large box and made him a house. It has 2 doors and 2 windows and one very happy baby crawling in (laughter) and out (laughter) and peeking through windows (shrieks of laughter!). Oob is such a satisfying baby!

The Real Reason for Slow Blogging


As helpfully posted on the kitchen cabinet by Klenda.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Small Pleasures

One good thing about the big kids being sick is having more time with the little ones. More knee rides, more peek-a-boo, more board books, more finger painting, and more of this:

X marks the spot (draw x on child's palm)
A circle and a dot (draw on palm)
Thunder (tap palm rapidly)
Lightning (draw a zigzag going up the arm)
And Darkness very frightening (cover child's eyes briefly with your hand)
(gales of laughter and "Again! Again!")

I don't know where that came from. I'm pretty sure we didn't make it up. Does anyone else do this?

Happy Valentines Day!

We are celebrating in a lower key this year between Lent and nearly a month of sickness. Still, so far today, no one threw up, had a fever or whined persistently enough to convince me that they had an ear infection. Definite progress! So:

Happy Valentines Day to my Sweet Emperor! This is our 19th Valentines Day together! There's no one I'd rather have gone through the last 4 weeks with. Rain or shine, you are the greatest of the Great Bears!

Happy Valentines Day to my sweet kids! There's no place I'd rather be than here with you. You are the goofiest, smartest, sweetest Zoomlians ever!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zoomlians are nutty,
And I love you!

Lastly, Happy Valentines Day to you, if you're reading this! Thank you! Having readers is very encouraging! God bless you and have a great day!

Here is what we are making today: My favorite cookies ever!
I add cinnamon oil to the frosting and replace part of the butter with cream cheese.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Lent 2008


I do realize that my ideas for celebrating seasons would be more helpful if I could get them up before the season started. Alas, with back to back stomach bug, flu, and colds this was not likely this time around. Actually, with all the sickness, it feels like we are already in the fourth week of Lent instead of the first!

Anyway, our theme this year is "Walking With Jesus." I looked at the readings for the Sundays of Lent and drew out a map for where we would be going with Jesus. Then I drew the arrows for all the days in between. We start at the heart on Ash Wednesday ("Turn to me with your whole heart...") and go into the desert for the Temptation, then the mountain for the Transfiguration, then the well to meet the Samaritan Woman, you get the idea. Along the way, as we make little sacrifices, acts of kindness, or extra time with Jesus, we draw flowers near the arrow for that day. We are strewing flowers on Jesus' path.

I am hoping that we will all get well enough to do some physical walking or hiking prayer time (literally walking with Jesus) and we are doing some guided imagery meditations of our walk with Him also.

We talked about the usual ways to walk more closely with Jesus: prayer, fasting and almsgiving. The kids asked to go to Mass more and join in on Evening prayer for the prayers part. They wanted to give up candy and desserts for the fasting part, and want to give more of their allowances for the almsgiving part (usually they tithe).

We do celebrate Sundays with desserts, incidentally, so last Sunday when the Gospel was the Temptation in the desert, we had a desert dessert: spice cake covered with sandy brown sugar!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Happy Birthday Klenda!


9 years old! Half way to 18 already? How did that ever happen? From sweet sweet baby to sweet sweet young lady is turning out to be an awfully fast trip.

Klenda says: Nine is nice! Nine is nifty! Nine is neat!

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Domestic Church vs. Domestic Monastery

This article (HT: Ask Sr. Mary Martha) is about a group of Evangelical Christians trying to form a monastic/communal life in the inner city, a laudable goal.

You know the feeling you get when you see someone about to do something you tried and it burned you but you know they aren't going to believe you or take your advice? I bet there's a German word for that.

Anyway, this is not a personal memory, it's a Catholic cultural memory that flares up when we see our Protestant brothers and sisters doing certain things. Like having your spiritual leadership also try to take temporal charge? We know your minister would make a great senator, but we also remember why you left us. We know you want it for good, but it's just not going to end well.

We know you don't see that. If you did, you'd be Catholic.

This is another one of those. Living in communities like those in Acts never disappeared. It's been tried many times and refined pretty well under the direction of the Holy Spirit. New variations and trials are popping up all the time. They're called religious orders (or communities). The gift of 2000 years of history is that the Church remembers what doesn't work.

Families don't work like this. Families weren't designed by God to work like this.

Not that families can't live in community, near each other, or even in the same house, but that families don't work without time and space for the spouses to be together as spouses and to be with their children as a family. As parents you have obligations to your children, yes, to raise them to be active Christians, but also to protect them from drug addicts.

I just see see so many ways they could have been helped by the wisdom of the Church. What does it mean to live a simple life? Visit the Poor Clares, the Cistercians, and the Trappists. Need to work out community rules or figure out a healthy balance of work and prayer? Look at the Rule of St Benedict. How do you incorporate families? Look at the Society of Our Lady of the Most Holy Trinity.

Wait a minute! I haven't even mentioned my order! For the very perfection, see the Dominicans!!! ;)

Seriously though, this is close to home for me because my own parents, while they didn't join a community, took a lot of people in when I was growing up (no, this is not going to turn into an abuse story!). We had children from foster care who had been abused, we had women fleeing abusers, we had people who were mentally unbalanced, old people, young people, but mostly pregnant moms and babies who needed help.

In some ways, it was a good way to grow up. My parents were pretty protective of us in terms of whom they would allow in. It was certainly a great witness. But, when I talked to my Mom about it later, she told me she wished she hadn't done it that way. She wishes that she had waited until we were older and had been more fully formed, that we had been given more time to develop as a family (although we did have times when no one else was living with us). Now that I am a parent, I see what she means.

The penultimate test (of "Is this the right thing for me to do?") is not, "Is it good?" There are a lot of good things. It is, "Is it faithful to my primary vocation?" (whether you are called to the single, married or consecrated life) And the ultimate test, of course, has the title: Universal Call To Holiness, "Is it what God wants me to do now?" :)

Bottom line? Every family is called to be a Domestic Church, but very few families are called to be Domestic Monasteries.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Speaking of Freight Trains

The one that hit me was called "The Flu." After 3 days in bed I am finally (wobbly) on my feet. I don't think I have ever had the flu before. I have 5 kids in various stages of getting better.

Oob escaped with a mild fever a few days before I got hit and is now fine. Except he missed me enough that by the third day he figured out how to say "MaaMaa!" in a plaintive wail. First baby to say "Mama" before "Dada!"