Baby Punishment

No, I am not punishing Oob! I am thinking of Barak Obama's comment that if either of his daughters ever "made a mistake," he would not want them "punished with a baby... or an STD."

Part of the sting of his words, I'm sure, is that I know 3 couples who are struggling with infertility, one of whom was just victimized by an adoption scam. Part of it is my own mother's struggle with more than a dozen miscarriages. Part of it is the sight of my own little fluffy crowned crane "punishment" crawling around.

Mostly it's the worldview contained in that statement. Laying aside the equating of pregnancy with an STD, laying aside the thought of planning the demise of your grandchildren while your own children are in grade school, I am most disturbed by the cultural idea that a baby, except under the most controlled conditions, is a terrible thing: an unrecoverable disaster, the ruination of your life, a terrible punishment for an innocent mistake. As if the conditions under which you became pregnant were random and unavoidable, like taking the wrong turn in a DC traffic circle.

When people ask me the standard questions: are they all yours, do you want any more, etc., I think they are asking essentially two questions: Did you have this many kids on purpose? Are you glad you did?

Senator Obama's comments crystallized my answer. This is how I feel about having 6 kids: I don't deserve it. The culture tells me, why yes, a college educated woman does not deserve the burden of a large family. It's a punishment for taking my religious views too seriously and refusing the enlightenment. Quite rich irony there, if they could see it. I don't deserve even one of my precious children, let alone six!

With each child I have seen more clearly exactly what it is that we are doing when, with the help of God, we create a baby. I see more and more the astounding miracle that each new person is, and the love and perfection of their being. Not just my children, every child. Not just children, every person no matter how they were created, loved into existence by God, each one a creature of unspeakable beauty. How could I ever deserve the privilege of helping to create a person?

But that's the thing about love, isn't it? You can never deserve love, you can accept love with humility and awe, and you can love with all your soul in return. My sadness for Senator Obama lies in this: if he can see a baby as a punishment, he has never really seen his own children.

Happy Easter Sunday!

During the octave of Easter, we pray the same psalms in the Office for the whole 8 days. This is intended as a fore taste of the eternity which the Resurrection promises us. In practical terms it means Easter Sunday lasts for 8 days! Do you do regular schoolwork on Easter Sunday? NO!

We've had a week of egg hunts, games (Big Brain Academy is a whole 'nother post), art projects, and hanging out. Amidst all this, we took a trip to the Arboretum and soaked in the Beauty.

I have been thinking about Lissa's thread about parenting, so after we picnicked amidst the magnolias, when Leena asked to explore up the hill, I said, "Sure". We discovered this view:
We also discovered that it was worth the long trudge up the hill to fly at breakneck speed down the hill.Lastly, long after I had planned to head for home, we discovered a pine forest and tromped around the woods for a good hour or so. We were explorers and pathfinders and scientists wondering why and how and who. It was fascinating and lovely and fun, and it reminded me of why I love to home school. I feel I am at the turning of a tide in my home school. A new tide, something important and good is coming in. We did much more at the Arboretum than we usually do. We visited the fish (too early in the year to feed them), perused the herb garden with it's fantastic arbors (which the Zoomlians call Troll Caves), played hide and seek at the "castle" (the old capitol columns, set up to look like ruins), and played beneath the grand Higan weeping cherries whose graceful flowers cascade nearly to the ground. It's like being in the heart of a waterfall of blossoms, maybe the heart of Spring, in some sense a revelation of the mystery of Easter.

What Do You Think?

Does the fluffy halo of baby-fine, sticky-outy hair on the back of Oob's head make him look like a crowned crane?

Incidentally, it's like that all the time, although I couldn't get a shot that showed how circular the wispy crown is.

This particular tuft of Ooby cuteness should not be confused with bed head. This is bed head.


Also cute, but not the same thing at all!

Happy Easter!

Christ has risen, alleluia!
We had a great Easter!
Mumpy and Pa and Grammie visited.
We went to the sunrise Easter Mass.
We came back and had Bacon, Bacon, Bacon.
We hid the Easter baskets,
then the kids hid the Easter eggs for the grown ups
and then we rehid the eggs for the kids.
The Emperor had a long bout with Super Mario Galaxy.
I got a lovely long walk alone with my parents.
We had a yummy Easter feast and tons of chocolate and sweets.
We just relaxed and played together and enjoyed each other.
Thanks be to God!
Indeed He is risen, alleluia!

Of Turtles and Click Beetles

This belongs to that substantial section of my mothering career that falls somewhere between brilliant and appalling.

Oob learned how to turn over when he was a few months old. After he learned, I always set him down on his tummy (unless I was doing a diaper change). Lo and behold, he forgot that he could turn over. I can imagine, if you have no kids this age, wondering why this would make me happy. After all, if he doesn't remember how, doesn't he just lie there and cry like a stuck turtle?

Well... sure if you leave him there for long enough. But if you let him get mad about it, he'll figure it out again. No, no, the beauty of it is this: when you changed his diaper he just lay there like the cutest, patientest stuck turtle you've ever seen.

Had I no fear that this would come back to bite me? As it turned out, I didn't. At least not enough. Now, at 10 months, he figured it out.

Have you ever seen a click beetle? They are long skinny beetles with a joint in the middle. When frightened, they play dead by rolling onto their backs. They then right themselves by springing into the air and flipping over with a loud click. Oob does this without the click. I'd say it's more of a chuckle as he races away without his diaper.

Did You Know That

if your 2 year old calls that truck that cleans the road a "Sweep Streeper" enough times, you will start calling it that in adult company? Then you will have to start calling it "That Truck That Cleans the Road" and people will think you are losing your marbles.

It's true.

The Selective Echo

The Emperor took the kids out shopping today while Angel and I did some Spring cleaning.

At the hardware store, Mxyl wondered why people used a laser in a fancy level. The Emperor explained that you can use the laser when it is really important that your lines be straight. Choclo then repeated, "Laser...Portent...Straight! " for the rest of the trip. I wonder what the passersby made of that.

Then they went to a pharmacy. Klenda wondered why grownups use deodorant. The Emperor explained that Mommy and Daddy use deodorant so that they aren't stinky. Choclo cheerfully and repeatedly announced:"Mommy... Daddy... Stinky!"

Fossil/Gem/Mineral Show

We had a great time at the Fossil/Gem/Mineral Show yesterday. This is the 3rd or 4th time we've gone (we go every other year) and we get more out of it each time. These are the folks who got us into collecting fossil shark teeth.

If you don't live near the Chesapeake Bay (Delaware, Maryland and Virginia) you may not know that you can scoop up a handful of sand on any of the western beaches and find fossil shark teeth, ray plates and other fossils. Maybe not every handful on every beach, but at least one fossil in ten handfuls. They are all from the Miocene era, about 30 million years old. If you're ever in the area, don't miss it!

This time at the show, Mxyl and Klenda were big enough to use large, dangerous looking machines to shape and polish stones. We saw all kinds of cool displays, collected a bunch of free samples and showed off the Devonian fossils (400 million years ago!) which we found a year and a half ago in West Virginia. That was our first non shark tooth expedition. It was fun, aside from the ticks, but that's another story...

The show also had a huge dealers room and we bought some lovely fossils for our collection: a split and polished ammonite (like the first picture here), a perfect free (not in stone) trilobite, petrified wood and, my personal favorite, fossilized squids!

Zorg also bought a large piece of leaded glass cut as a solitaire diamond. Quite dazzling, really. He's been using it as a top and as a prism.

The Last of the Lenten Gospel Desserts

Yet another plan vs. reality post, I'm afraid! I had planned, last Sunday, to construct Lazarus' tomb out of rice crispy treats (not cut into squares, just molded while warm). Instead, we continued celebrating Leena's birthday with her third and final birthday cake: the Squirrel Cake. She loved it!

I figured I'd do a great Palm Sunday dessert: a long coffee cake alternately sliced to look like a palm branch!

Actually, we had our Medieval Feast today, and so ended up eating spice cakes with stewed apples... Sometimes it's hard to do all the themes at once.

Here's what happened. The Emperor was slated to go on a rare trip to a teacher's conference. When the kids got wind of it, they flipped! Klenda declared, "One night without Daddy would be terrible! Two nights would be horrible!!! Three nights, I couldn't stand!!! BUT, I CAN'T LIVE FOR FIVE NIGHTS WITHOUT DADDY!!!"

So, what did they do? They all began to pray feverishly that Daddy would not go. That was Sunday, he was supposed to leave Thursday. When the Emperor went into work on Monday, he discovered that The Powers That Be had actually forgotten to send in his registration and hotel reservation. So, he couldn't go. That thumpity-thump-thump sound was the noise 4 pairs of knees make as they hit the floor to praise and thank God.

So we could have had the feast Thursday after all, but then it was too late. We rescheduled for Sunday but Leena woke up with a fever. She's OK now, but we couldn't have guests... The upshot was the 8 of us and an enormous feast and a lot of leftovers.

Still, we had a great time! The reports went well and there were lots of questions and answers. It's always interesting to hear the kids discussing with each other what they have learned. The Zoomlians had learned more than I had realized!

Tomorrow the castle will come down and Holy Week stuff will go up.

Happy Birthday, Leena!

Queen of the Squirrels, Queen of the Snow, Queen of the Flowers, Leader of the Mermaids and Dolphins, happy golden birthday Leena!