Sunday, September 4, 2016

The Loch Ness Monster and the Mysterious...

   Every family has certain tendencies, a more positive word would be "charisms". Well, perhaps I should say all people have certain tendencies, some more or less desirable than others. Some of my children have a tendency to obsess over things, for certain periods of time. It could be a few weeks to a year, to several years. Obsessions are not all bad. After all, it was my husband's obsession to discover the fullness of the truth that led him to the Faith. It was my eldest son's obsession with reading (I used to find books "hidden" everywhere, under the bathroom sink, in the crevices of his bed, around his carseat...) that led him to score so high in language arts consistently, and become a good writer. My husband has taught me that if I reject the obsessions, it will only lead them to obsess more, not less. And anyway, If I'm lucky and I don't want to hear about a certain obsession for an undesirable length of time, it will only last a few weeks.

   The Little Guy is currently obsessed, with cryptids. My 16 yr. old went through this obsession possibly about the same age and still relishes a conversation or book about the topic from time to time. But, if you are at my house and trying to get up early on a Sunday morning to sneak a quiet luxurious breakfast by yourself on your due date for number 6, like I was this morning, stay in bed. Just kidding. God just has different plans for me sometimes.

   As he expounds on the possible mysterious and undiscovered creatures out there that could be lurking around the corner, and at the same time asks me over and over "Do you think it's possible? Huh? Do you think it's real?" I, as a theology major, and well, just a mom, am always thinking "How does God and the soul fit into all of this?" So to the questions he poses, here are my off-the-cuff answers.

"Why do you think God would create such a creature, if he did?"
"Everything he created was created for His glory, and out of His goodness. Also if he didn't, what would you have to talk about this morning to me?"

"If he did create these things, I'm scared of them."
"If he did create them, the same God created you, loves you, and cares for you. That's the only thing you need to dwell on, ultimately."

   I was formulating a speech about how our curiosity for the mysterious is actually a reflection of our deeper inner quest for the ultimate "mysterious and unknown" which is God himself. That while He, I believe, gives us these mysteries, to excite our imagination, and give us something to learn about, the ultimate search for the mysterious and deep can only truly be satisfied in Himself- of Whom the quest for is never ending and in its mystery and depth, inexhaustible. Alas, he was onto another obsession, directing his little brother.  (His little brother had cleverly escaped this conversation and retreated into another room for his own session of imaginary play, while his older brother was occupied.) I (shhh) meanwhile, sneak back into my own retreat, the bedroom, for perhaps another dose of sleep, before the next round of soul-searching questions comes.  

Friday, January 22, 2016

A Special Christmas Present

I wrote the majority of this less than a month ago, and had planned to wait longer to post, but today being the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, and seeing some of my dear friends at the March for Life, I thought it would be an appropriate time. I'm not standing out in the cold marching for the unborn, but I'm contributing in my own little way, I hope....

I have to write this today, before I forget all the things that have happened over the last few days! But I won't be able to share until later. Hence the later post date. And I have to start with this. This has always been a favorite of my husband and me, an old Bob Carlisle song (side note: I hear a lot about how my Christian music favorites are "ancient" lately from some teenagers in my house.) But I digress. Have a listen...

It's true. I've been dreamin' bout babies. for a while now. I know, I already have 5 how could I possibly want more?! I can't explain except that, once you open your heart to life, and see the wonder of what God can do as a result, it's hard to not want to experience it all over again, morning sickness, labor, poopy diapers and all. Each of my children in their own unique way has added depth and beauty to our family. But for many reasons, we were putting family planning on hold, temporarily, maybe permanently. My health problems after the birth of Angel Boy were a big factor. I have been doing a lot better though, than I was. We have had some funny family jokes too over the years, about there being another invisible sibling. Often times my kids will accidentally set the table for 1 extra. And my husband would refer to it as "Aloyius". He would say "oh Aloysius needs some water." Sometimes Aloysius even gets blamed for stuff. Poor child. And then there was the "mistake" my husband made when he nailed up all the hooks for our Christmas stockings. He got done and said "Oh, I put 6 up there. instead of 5." I smiled in my heart. Every year we have put up an extra stocking, just, because. I started to suspect there might be a bun in the oven this Christmas, and could hardly WAIT to test. It was constantly on my mind. Christmas day, ironically, my mom put this in my husband's stocking at their house:
Special Christmas Present on the Feast of the Holy Family!
Recognize it? ;)
Then on the feast of the Holy Family, I found out, I was in fact, expecting. I cried tears of joy! All current hardships melted away and nothing else mattered, except the new life God had placed inside me. Then on the way to mass that afternoon, I saw this:
Seriously. A Baby and a rainbow. Perfect. 

The only thing is, I had the girls in the car with me, could give no explanation of the reason for my tears, and had to keep a secret! Pretty much impossible with those 2. I managed to until New Year's Eve. We talked about how to tell the kids and my husband worked all day on a puzzle for them to put together that told them the news.  It took a while for them to assemble, but the final picture told them that number 6 was on the way. When they put it together, the Little Guy first said, "Wait mom, no doctor has said you're pregnant! what does this mean?!" and The Eldest who figured it out first, and had had his hand over his mouth for several minutes, said " (Little Guy), how many kids are in this family?" He answered "Um, 8?" Hilarious. I lose count too sometimes ;). Then it slowly started to dawn on each of them, and smiles began to creep on each of their faces. The Little Guy had told me a long time ago that he was asking God for me to have another baby every mass after he received communion, (melted this mama's heart). So he exclaimed, "Mom! God answered my prayer!" and Angel Boy said, "I love Babies! They are So cute!" We made an effort to keep it secret for a short while, but the next Sunday, Angel Boy blurted out to our Youth Minister "Mom's having a baby!" And during mass, The Little Guy kept pointing to my stomach over and over and back at the picture of Mary and baby Jesus on the program, and smiling. He is my baby that was born on this day, and ironically, he has been the most consumed with the growth of the baby in my womb, asking me almost every day "what size is the baby now mom? What's the baby doing?" But for those of you who have not picked up on it yet or been the recipients of excited siblings' hints, we are pregnant!! :)  

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Handwriting Without Tears Jam

My boys' favorite part of Handwriting Without Tears curriculum, is the music. They BEG me to listen to the songs. They get their wiggles out and The Little Guy gets some heavy work in for his SPD by picking up Angel Boy and pulling his arms off  dancing with him (poor fella, what he puts up with). He is actually about to move out of HWT, a big step for him, but I am sure he will be dancing and singing the songs with us for a while still. The music teaches them various concepts about their handwriting curriculum, but for kids' school music, is pretty well done I think. It keeps their interest. Occasionally I join in, but there is, alas, no video of such instances. Not sure how I missed those opportunities. So without further ado, I give you, The Alphabet Boogie.....

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Kids and What They Say

(I wrote this when Angel Boy was a baby and never published. Found it recently and had to share)

One morning at breakfast, I inform the kids that it is the feast of the Immaculate Conception. "Does anyone know what that means?" "When Mary visits Elizabeth?" The Queen says. "When Jesus is born?" Princess pipes in. At this point my delusional image of their perfectly Catholic education is waning a bit. Then, the Eldest saves the day with a perfectly perfect book answer "The Immaculate Conception refers to the Blessed Virgin Mary being conceived without original sin, God granted her this grace at her birth, it is not to be confused with the Incarnation." Phew!! 1 out of 3, not so bad. The conversation went from this to why some people don't understand or believe in this doctrine to so many other directions I can't even cover here. But my favorite quote is from the Eldest, "You know mom (while doing his shot for breakfast) this insulin is like people coming into the church, and I am like the syringe helping them to get there and my body is like heaven, our ultimate goal."

There's a little rhyme I learned in school to learn the direction of a compass, "Never Eat Shredded Wheat". When trying to teach the Queen this she says, "but I eat shredded wheat every morning. We have to come up with something else." After careful thought over this she says "How bout, Never Ever Sink a Warship." I find this hilarious considering her personality, it is SO appropriate. She says, "Well! It's true! You don't want to sink a warship or then you might get in the middle of a war!"

Sunday morning, I send The Queen up to wake up her older brother as usual. She comes back down and with a big sigh says, "How come he is always grumpy in the morning? even on Sunday!" I asked, "What did he say?" She said, "He said, 'great, now I have to break my back to get dressed'".

At the table The Queen kept asking me when the Little Guy would start kindergarten. I finally said, "Why are you so concerned about (The Little Guy) and his starting school?" She said, "because I am trying to figure out how he is going to change from 'El Destructo' into a Kindergartener, I mean, he doesn't have that much time!"

We have conversations about heaven often. As a family we are having to make a lot of dietary sacrifices for our health, so often the children take turns describing what their house might have in it (ok, mommy plays too, my house is usually made out of chocolate and coffee). The conversation then moves to what will we be doing in heaven and what will it be like to be with God? I make the comparison to candy, when you taste God, he is so amazing you can't help but want more and more and more, except, candy would make you sick, God does not. And the Eldest says, "yea, and like candy when you taste it you feel like you want others to taste it to."

The Eldest asks "Mom, what's a winter solstice?" After looking it up online, I read out loud, "The winter solstice occurs exactly when the Earth's axial tilt is farthest away from the sun at its maximum of 23° 26'. More evident to those in high lattitudes, this occurs on the shortest day and longest night of the year, when the sun's daily maximum position in the sky is the lowest. Since the winter solstice lasts only a moment in time, other terms are often used for the day on which it occurs, such as midwinter, the longest night or the first day of winter." After a brief moment of silence, The Eldest says "Were you talking to someone, mom?"

 At the table someone asked how old I was. "34" I reply. The Queen says, "40?! oh wow, at first I thought you said 40, I'm glad you are just 34, 40 is a really BIG number." The Eldest says, "But there's even hope for 40 yr. olds. I heard that one even won an Olympic medal once!"

Confessions of a Homeschooling Mom

Every year I discern and am certain that once again, God is calling me to homeschool. I am afraid of my own weakness and failure. But every year, God holds my hand, either through the advice and help of a friend, or frequently, my own children. He also in the midst of the grueling day that it can be in working with special needs, makes me laugh and gives me mini-doses of sheer joy throughout. For instance, Angel Boy ASKING me if he can take his math test, skipping back into the dining room (aka school room). Where does this child come from? His mother is repulsed at the idea of tests and math. (shhh). The Little Guy in an attempt to get a certain food item out he knows is not the usual asking me if he can do "a little food experiment?" I have to admire his astuteness. Princess who would rather bake cupcakes all day than do anything else, asking me if I would look up some recipes for her, and tell her what ingredients I can have, so I can eat them too. But the cake topper is this. I can get really overwhelmed at the prospect of organizing and planning. Just not my gift. Homeschooling 4 kids with special needs, and raising 5, can be daunting on a daily basis. At the beginning of the school year, I showed the Queen what was expected of them this year, what they were supposed to accomplish in each subject, and how much time needed to be spent daily (based on our St. Thomas Aquinas Academy yearly assessments and planning they send us). She sat down on her own and typed up our daily school schedule, and people, she wakes me up every morning, the same time, keeps me on task, keeps me sane, and reminds me if I've forgotten something. If you are looking for a personal organizer, look her up in about 5 yrs. God is so merciful to me. Somehow he sees me much more capable than I see myself. It makes me consider the Christmas story we are celebrating. He called the Holy Family to a tremendously difficult task. The road ahead was not easy, full of grace and blessing, but also suffering and hardship. Their whole life as a family started in a cold, dirty cave. Joseph tried hard to find a special spot for Mary and Jesus but that was all he could find. Mary, though accepting it willingly, also felt so small to be taking on such a role as becoming the mother of God. But they both said, yes, and trusted God for the rest.   

 Mary, Joseph and Jesus

Some Allergy Friendly Sauce Recipes

The best way to survive a very restrictive diet is with sauces, so you don't feel so deprived. Here are some tried and true ones we have used.

Bernaise Sauce

1/4 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup lemon juice
5 egg yolks
1/2 lb. butter, heated
salt and pepper

Blend all ingredients in a blender except butter. Add hot butter very gradually. Refridgerate.

Ginger Cinnamon Dressing

Ok, you know those premarked dressing cruets? Get one of those. Put the lemon juice in place of vinegar, add water, and oil as marked. Now add:
5 packets stevia
1/2 Tb. salt
1 tsp. ginger
1tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. onion powder

This is kind of like a sweet ginger sesame salad dressing. I use it for other things besides salad dressing though. I even put it on my cooked quinoa. It is yum!


1 egg plus 2 yolks
2 Tb. lemon juice
1/4 tsp. dry mustard
salt and pepper to taste
3/4 to 1 cup

Put all ingredients in the blender except oil. Add oil gradually. You can add chives, dill weed, and parsley to this to make kind of a ranch sauce. For a dressing consistency, add some coconut milk. 

Untomato Sauce 

We have some sensitivity to tomatoes here as well so, I came up with this a while back. I have recently discovered that using fresh beets rather than canned makes a WORLD of difference. 

5 fresh beets oven roasted, cooled and peeled
4 lbs. carrots, cooked
4 Tb. lemon juice
2 cups water

Blend the above in a blender until smooth. Transfer to a large pot on the stove and add the following:

3 tsp. sea salt
4 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. dry mustard
1/2 tsp. pepper
2 Tb. onion powder
1 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup stevia 

Blend with hand mixer or blender until well combined. Cook, covered on low heat for about an hour. The longer the better, until it turns into a deep, red, ketchupy color. 

You can turn this into an "untomato mexican sauce" just by adding some cilantro and cumin. You can italian-ize it by adding oregano and extra garlic. 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Deo Gratias

Well I have been wanting to get back into blogging for some time now, and too many things happened today for me not to share. Also I just ate some chocolate (b/c 2 pieces of pie was just not enough of a treat earlier this evening) and should be awake for a while. This morning as I perused Facebook, many inspirational posts and sweet thoughts passed my eyes, but 2 stood out the most to me. One was the phrase "Deo Gratias" from a priest friend reminding those of his friends to give due thanks to God who has blessed us with all we are thankful for. The other was this picture:
Deo Gratias

I texted my husband who was already sitting in our den, from the bathroom (This is where I hide pray because I have a place to sit, a space heater, and it takes a while for people to find me) and asked if we could pray as a family before the craziness of the day started and read the scripture readings together. He said sure. As I was thinking about all the pies Princess and I made the day before (and possibly salivating), and the multiple pairs of clean socks I have in my drawer (refer to above picture), we eventually rounded up all the kids and began to pray together.

Truthfully, the only time in the day I feel a deep sense of satisfaction and peace, is when I am praying with my family. Sometimes it can also be a prime moment for contagious, uncontrollable laughter to break out. Because God is a God of joy and laughter, right? And I'm certain at least, that he laughs at us quite often. Anyway, I look at each child and wonder at them a little bit, in the unique qualities God has given them. And finally, It is an opportunity for me to admire my husband, as he snuggles up next to Angel Boy, gives him "hints" about the mystery of the rosary he's leading so he can feel like he did it himself and looks at me like I have 5 heads for taking a picture in the middle of the family rosary?! WHaaat?!!

Angel Boy is cracking up at his mama for being such a silly head. But today I couldn't resist. Because I want to remember those moments. Deo Gratias.

As we started our Thanksgiving chores, my husband discovers, uh oh, our turkey fryer is dead. Meanwhile a child who shall not be named, clogged a toilet upstairs and "forgot" to tell someone. Until we saw water leaking from the ceiling in the hall downstairs. I just kept thinking about the above picture. Even when my poor husband yelled "great! poopy water in my hair!" Ok, actually at that point I was laughing. Deliriously. Because really, to whom do so many things happen on such a day, than to us? But still, we have each other, and socks. Deo Gratias.

My husband was such a trooper, and really dealt with all of the curveballs thrown at him exceptionally well. He made one of the turkeys in the oven, and the gravy, and coffee. He carved both turkeys. He, as usual, made sure I didn't work too hard and delegated tasks where he saw the need. Princess made pies, homemade rolls, and a salad yesterday and helped with the sweet potatoes (wait, what did I do?!). The Queen vacuumed, put up laundry, and cleaned her room. The girls set the table.

The boys cleaned up toys, wrestled, screamed, and didn't clog any other toilets. Some of my precious extended family came. My mom helped with dishes until my dad started saying stuff like "I've had about all the fun I can stand." and "It's bedtime for Bonzo." and "Your ride is leaving". I am stuffed. and exhausted. At the end of some quick nighttime prayers, as a finale, a large truck full of toys at the top of the stairs plummets, on it's own, down the stairs to the ground (toys flying) giving at least a few of us, a quick heart attack.

About 11 p.m., the Queen comes to give me a late night hug and sleepily I rush through it, but afterwards, sneak back into the darkness of their room for a "real" hug. Because one day, that room will be empty. And my heart will ache for "one more late night hug". Some days, I find multiple reasons to complain, but today by the grace of God, I can say, I am so incredibly blessed. Deo Gratias.

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