The Zoomlians bring to you penguins!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
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Thursday, December 26, 2013
On the Second Day of Christmas
The Zoomlians give to you: a Christmas poem by GK Chesterton!
A Christmas Carol Poem
A Christmas Carol Poem
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down
HT: Christmas Poems
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Poem for the Fourth Week of Advent
Christmas Bells
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
HT: Journey with Jesus
The poem itself has further verses which refer to the Civil War, ongoing at the time Longfellow wrote the poem, and which can be seen if you follow the link.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
HT: Journey with Jesus
The poem itself has further verses which refer to the Civil War, ongoing at the time Longfellow wrote the poem, and which can be seen if you follow the link.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Return of the Gingerbread
3rd Prize Individual and Birthday Girl! |
The party was to celebrate the end of the semester for Anatomy and Physiology, Adventurers, and co-op.
3rd Prize Family |
Our super sweet cousin won third prize in the individual division for this charming cottage. It was her 11th birthday, so she also was awarded the birthday prize of a giant snowflake cookie cutter!
Oob and Mxyl took third prize in the family division with this happy house. Oob did the house and Mxyl did the intricate design on the roof.
2nd Prize Individual |
2nd Prize Family |
A pair of clever sisters took 2nd prize and the Popular Choice Trophy for this gingerbread village.
1st Prize Individual |
Klenda took first prize and won a giant snowflake cookie cutter for her "Winter Gazebo." If you expand the picture, you can see the inside is decorated with little seats and things - very pretty!
1st Prize Family |
Leena and Zorg took first prize in the family division for this amazing and creative sailing ship (look, it has life savers!). They also won a set of snowflake cookie cutters.
It was really fun running our own contest, we think we'll do it again next year!
I'd also like to mention that the nearness of Christmas seems to have added $6-$8 to the price of each of the cookie cutters. You might want to try them in January!
You can look through tales of gingerbreads past here.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
It HAS Been a While
If you guessed we were busy decorating, baking, shopping, wrapping presents, hosting and attending parties, and doing cards... You'd be wrong.
We haven't even started on the cards yet.
We all also caught a bad cold which made the Emperor very sick indeed, but he's on the mend, and we've enjoyed having him home with us this week.
We did get a nice warm spell, earlier in the month, with which to do the outside decorations. That's always helpful!
I usually double task and prune the clematis, roses, and other shrubs when we are putting up the Christmas stuff (because otherwise there's no place to put the Christmas stuff!). This year, one of the Zoomlians looked at the big pile of long straight water sprouts I had taken off the contorted filbert and had the marvelous idea of weaving a stable for our outdoor Nativity!
This was followed by the coldest December cold snap I can remember.
It gave us a very pretty ice storm and time to work on the inside decorations.
We have been putting up one decoration a day, but we also have one day in Advent where we put up general decorations like greenery, bows, and beads.
And, of course, there's the tree!
We buy the tree from our local volunteer fire fighters early in December, but then keep it in water outside until we are ready for it.
Some time around Gaudete Sunday, we bring it in and decorate it. The extra few weeks of cold and water keep the tree green through the Baptism of the Lord!
We haven't even started on the cards yet.
We all also caught a bad cold which made the Emperor very sick indeed, but he's on the mend, and we've enjoyed having him home with us this week.
We did get a nice warm spell, earlier in the month, with which to do the outside decorations. That's always helpful!
I usually double task and prune the clematis, roses, and other shrubs when we are putting up the Christmas stuff (because otherwise there's no place to put the Christmas stuff!). This year, one of the Zoomlians looked at the big pile of long straight water sprouts I had taken off the contorted filbert and had the marvelous idea of weaving a stable for our outdoor Nativity!
This was followed by the coldest December cold snap I can remember.
It gave us a very pretty ice storm and time to work on the inside decorations.
We have been putting up one decoration a day, but we also have one day in Advent where we put up general decorations like greenery, bows, and beads.
You can almost see his belly button! |
We buy the tree from our local volunteer fire fighters early in December, but then keep it in water outside until we are ready for it.
Some time around Gaudete Sunday, we bring it in and decorate it. The extra few weeks of cold and water keep the tree green through the Baptism of the Lord!
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Poem of the Week: Gaudete!
Annunciation
John Donne (1572-1631)
Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created, thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son and Brother;
Whom thou conceivst, conceived; yea thou art now
Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother;
Thou hast light in dark, and shutst in little room,
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb.
HT: Journey with Jesus
Friday, December 6, 2013
Seven Quick Takes: Punching Heretics
Favorite Catholic Meme EVER. |
No boots, Buddy! |
Our kids follow the tradition of putting out their shoes on the the eve of St. Nicholas, so that they could be filled with candy. This would include the tradition (in our house) of at least one kid trying to put out boots instead of shoes. This year, Oob tried not only putting out boots, but boots several times larger than his actual shoes!
He was informed that St. Nicholas disapproves of greed and heresy.
3. Have you visited the St. Nicholas website yet? I wonder: how many links to it get published every year around this day? Probably millions. It certainly merits them!
4. We also love the book The Real St. Nicholas. It has stories from around the world. My favorite is the one with the Russian Icon. A young mother accidentally dropped her baby on the way home from Midnight Mass, and the baby fell into the river. In winter. In Russia.
The entire village prayed together to St. Nicholas, and the child was found, wet but unharmed, in the church, in front of the icon of St. Nicholas!
Blogger insists this is right side up. It's not. |
I happen to own three stockings with St. Nicholas on them. St. Nicholas did this trick for three poor girls who were otherwise doomed to slavery. You get three chances with the bean bags.
Hmmm. Will the kids like this game? |
7.Zorg, on the the hand, came up with the "Punch Arius" game.
The punching bag says "I'm Arius: I don't think Jesus is true God and true man!" The game works like this: you yell something to the contrary from the Nicene Creed (like, "One in being, consubstantial with the Father!" or, perhaps, "Light from light, true God from true God!") and then you get to punch Arius.
And then we give you a gold coin and explain that we don't punch modern heretics, those kind need love, patience and apologetics.
Happy St. Nicholas day! More fun with Jen.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Visiting
The weekend before Thanksgiving, I got to go up and see my folks again! It was a lovely, lovely time.
I got to spend a lot of time talking with my Dad. He explained a lot about his work and the things he's done and is still trying to finish. We tried to put together a time line of his travels based on dozens of passports. It was funny, fascinating, thrilling, and touching by turns.
I also got to spend some time with my Mom. She's always around, but she tends to leave me some extra time with Dad. We did go off to Mass together each day, and we went to Confession at St. Joseph's, the parish where I spent my late childhood, and where the Emperor and I married.
It is such a strikingly beautiful church - old world stained glass, frescoes, and carved marble! It really formed my sense of beauty, both physical and spiritual. I think there is a special grace, also, in returning to the church which nurtured you. It was a very beautiful, comforting experience.
You may have guessed that a mother of six doesn't go off on weekend visits just because she wants to. My Dad has had Parkinson's for nearly 20 years, and after a long slow decline, things have gotten very difficult, to the point that he can no longer get to Mass. My brother and sister are flying in to see him in a week or so. I am hoping to see him again when I go up over the Christmas break.
My Dad has been packing up for a while now. When I saw him in October, I was impressed by a sense of feverish urgency. He was pushing hard on many fronts: finish the projects that would save more lives, finish the furniture to leave us something tangible, most of all finish making sure we knew how much he loves us.
I never thought I would outlive my Dad. I was quite sure he would not survive my childhood, not because he was sick, or because I was morbid, but because his job, working with bombs was so dangerous. It wasn't just me, my entire family knew what two soldiers in dress uniform meant.
My Dad is now 75. He's been dubbed a National Treasure by the EOD community. He has awards, and a museum being named after him, but that's not what he's proud of. He has the unimaginable record of, with all the people he took with him on hundreds of trips, he brought every single one of them home alive. I asked him once how that was possible, and he told me, "If it looked like it was going to kill some one, I did it."
His motto is "That others may live." And they did, those he brought back, and the many, many thousands of others who were saved by his work. The only surprise has been that he lived, too.
I got to spend a lot of time talking with my Dad. He explained a lot about his work and the things he's done and is still trying to finish. We tried to put together a time line of his travels based on dozens of passports. It was funny, fascinating, thrilling, and touching by turns.
I also got to spend some time with my Mom. She's always around, but she tends to leave me some extra time with Dad. We did go off to Mass together each day, and we went to Confession at St. Joseph's, the parish where I spent my late childhood, and where the Emperor and I married.
It is such a strikingly beautiful church - old world stained glass, frescoes, and carved marble! It really formed my sense of beauty, both physical and spiritual. I think there is a special grace, also, in returning to the church which nurtured you. It was a very beautiful, comforting experience.
You may have guessed that a mother of six doesn't go off on weekend visits just because she wants to. My Dad has had Parkinson's for nearly 20 years, and after a long slow decline, things have gotten very difficult, to the point that he can no longer get to Mass. My brother and sister are flying in to see him in a week or so. I am hoping to see him again when I go up over the Christmas break.
My Dad has been packing up for a while now. When I saw him in October, I was impressed by a sense of feverish urgency. He was pushing hard on many fronts: finish the projects that would save more lives, finish the furniture to leave us something tangible, most of all finish making sure we knew how much he loves us.
I never thought I would outlive my Dad. I was quite sure he would not survive my childhood, not because he was sick, or because I was morbid, but because his job, working with bombs was so dangerous. It wasn't just me, my entire family knew what two soldiers in dress uniform meant.
My Dad is now 75. He's been dubbed a National Treasure by the EOD community. He has awards, and a museum being named after him, but that's not what he's proud of. He has the unimaginable record of, with all the people he took with him on hundreds of trips, he brought every single one of them home alive. I asked him once how that was possible, and he told me, "If it looked like it was going to kill some one, I did it."
His motto is "That others may live." And they did, those he brought back, and the many, many thousands of others who were saved by his work. The only surprise has been that he lived, too.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Happy Advent!
Each Advent we have six daily practices. Why six? Six Zoomlians each get to do one Advent thing a day. We rotate through who does what, of course.
Kid one (Choclo today) opens a door on the Advent House. Inside is a little Playmobil nativity figure. And six pieces of candy, which kid one gets to give out.
And, of course, they get to place the figure (a lamb today, the camel just shows up - he doesn't fit in the Advent House).
Kid two (Oob today), gets the Jesse Tree. I read a short reading from the Old and New Tesaments about Creation, while Oob looked through the bag to find the "Earth" ornament.
That's harder than it sounds at the beginning: there are nearly 30 possible ornaments since the length of Advent varies.
Kid three (Mxyl) gets to light and blow out the Advent candles at each meal.
Kid four (Klenda) gets to choose a gift for us to offer Jesus. Today she suggested we all try to speak kindly and lovingly to each other.
Child five (Zorg) gets to choose and unwrap an Advent book. We have... an embarrassment of Advent and Christmas books! More than 50, at any rate, so I wrap half (making sure to include a lot of favorites), and leave half "free." It actually makes sure all the books are enjoyed.
Most of the books are religious, but it's a pretty varied collection. There are comic books, board books, lift the flaps, picture books, you name it. Some are seriously beautiful, like Spirit Child, and some are seriously silly, like Santa Cows. All well loved!
Child six (Leena) gets to pick an ornament. Today she picked the snow globe you can see near the Advent House.
We've also put up our manger, which the kids are filling with hay as symbols of their prayers and sacrifices making their hearts a soft place for Jesus at Christmas.
I love Advent! May your Advent be a peaceful and hope filled season, and may Christmas find each of us with soft hearts, ready for the infant King.
Kid one (Choclo today) opens a door on the Advent House. Inside is a little Playmobil nativity figure. And six pieces of candy, which kid one gets to give out.
And, of course, they get to place the figure (a lamb today, the camel just shows up - he doesn't fit in the Advent House).
Kid two (Oob today), gets the Jesse Tree. I read a short reading from the Old and New Tesaments about Creation, while Oob looked through the bag to find the "Earth" ornament.
That's harder than it sounds at the beginning: there are nearly 30 possible ornaments since the length of Advent varies.
Kid three (Mxyl) gets to light and blow out the Advent candles at each meal.
Kid four (Klenda) gets to choose a gift for us to offer Jesus. Today she suggested we all try to speak kindly and lovingly to each other.
Child five (Zorg) gets to choose and unwrap an Advent book. We have... an embarrassment of Advent and Christmas books! More than 50, at any rate, so I wrap half (making sure to include a lot of favorites), and leave half "free." It actually makes sure all the books are enjoyed.
Most of the books are religious, but it's a pretty varied collection. There are comic books, board books, lift the flaps, picture books, you name it. Some are seriously beautiful, like Spirit Child, and some are seriously silly, like Santa Cows. All well loved!
Child six (Leena) gets to pick an ornament. Today she picked the snow globe you can see near the Advent House.
We've also put up our manger, which the kids are filling with hay as symbols of their prayers and sacrifices making their hearts a soft place for Jesus at Christmas.
I love Advent! May your Advent be a peaceful and hope filled season, and may Christmas find each of us with soft hearts, ready for the infant King.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Poem of the Week: Advent
by Anne Ridler
The candid freezing season again:
Candle and cracker, needles of fir and frost;
Carols that through the night air pass, piercing
The glassy husk of heart and heaven;
Children's faces white in the pane, bright in the tree-light.
And the waiting season again,
That begs a crust and suffers joy vicariously:
In bodily starvation now, in the spirit's exile always.
O might the hilarious reign of love begin, let in
Like carols from the cold
The lost who crowd the pane, numb outcasts into welcome.HT: Advent Poetry Companion - Well worth a look, they have a lovely free printable Advent poetry journal!
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