As I enter into the third and last trimester of growing this baby in me I’ve definitely started nesting! It also helps that school is out so I can devote more time to cleaning/organizing projects without as many interruptions.

Here’re some small successes from this past week.

1. Cleaned and reorganized mine and the kids office. This included throwing out or reassigning ownership of old papers, sorting through the kids school stuff and art work, and simplifying our bookshelve where we keep our art supplies, notebooks, coloring books, and other educational games and such.

2. Went around the house and “got rid” of books that we really don’t need to keep. Hopefully someone else will get some good use out of them. We are blessed with so many books but I’ve noticed if we have too many they just don’t get read. I also put some away in a box that we can rotate out so they’ll still be around when we want them.

3. Cleaned, threw away, sorted and reorganized our “junk” drawers in the kitchen. Hopefully it will be easier to find things in them now.

Next week, I hope I can say I cleaned out the garage, organized a few more boxes in the basement (and got rid of all the horrible brown recluse spiders there! ug!!),  cleaned the sewing room and started on my daughter’s summer skirts I bought material for back in April! I know that’s an ambitious list but I want to get as much “grunt” work done before I have absolutely no more energy and it gets unbearably hot…which doesn’t leave me much time on either account!

Share your Small Successes here or at CatholicMom.com. It’ll make you feel good to see what you have done!


Ok, it’s been a couple of weeks since my “weekly” writing exercise. The last chapter in 30 Days to a More Powerful Vocabulary  was about verbs and today it’s all about theories, one of my favorite subjects.

I like the introductory paragraph:

The mentally alert person is not content to live merely from day to today, completely circumscribed by such things as food, money, clothing, and entertainment. Occasionally he is tempted to speculate on why he is living and what the controlling forces of his life are. This chapter deals with a few of the terms that are applied to these motivating forces by different people who have varying points of view.

And these are those words:

1. Atheist/Atheism: If an atheist were to really stop and look at the intricate patterns and the obvious intelligent design of nature I cannot understand how he or she could continue to subscribe to atheism.

2.  Agnostic/Agnosticsm: I have a higher respect for agnostics who at least admit there is some sort of supreme being even if they do not know Who or what this is exactly.

3. Fatalist/Fatalism: It would be quite convenient to be a fatalist and leave fate responsible for everything that did or did not happen in one’s life.

4. Egoist/Egoism: Product marketers rely heavily on our culture’s egoism since they know how easy it is for us to only think of what is best for “I” first.

5. Altruist/Altruism: While egoism may motivate much of our economy, hopefully there will always be enough altruists to keep it and our spirits alive.

6. Stoic/Stoicism: I’m too expressive with my feelings to ever fully practice stoicism, however, when things have to get done I can put on my stoic face and just get it done.

7. Chauvinst/Chauvinism: Thanks to the anti-male feminist movement, the first phrase I think of with this word is “chauvinist pig”. I had to look up the definition to expand my understanding of this -ism. Here’s another sentence: It’s noble and honorable to show strong pride and encouragement for our country but it is chauvinistic to believe our country is perfect or invincible.

8. Jingoist/Jingoism: A chauvinistic jingoist lives for war and cares nothing for mercy, love or peace.

9. Liberal/Liberalism: Many have forgotten what the true meaning of liberalism, as a political and social philosophy, is and have instead traded freedom with enslavement, equality with division, and life with destruction.

10. Conservative/Conservatism: In the same way, conservatism has lost its true meaning even among conservatives. As a self-described conservative, I believe this means working to conserve and preserve those things which are of the highest value in this world: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

11. Epicurean/Epicureanism: The epicurean may find much pleasure in food, drink and sex but will never attain true happiness or fulfillment in these temporal and empty comforts.


BBQ Hamburgers

I loosely followed the recipe I loosely follow for BBQ Meatloaf to make these tangy burgers but with enough modifications to essentially make a whole new recipe.

Here’s what I used for the patties:

  • 1 lb Ground Beef
  • 1 tsp Salt
  • Dash of Pepper
  • 1 Egg
  • 1/2 cup to 1 cup of Bread Crumbs (we were out so I had my 2-year-old smash-up some wheat cereal squares instead)
  • 2ish TB “Roostershire” Sauce (that’s what my daughter called it once and the name just stuck)
  • 2ish TB Hickory Barbecue Sauce
  • And I think I added in some flax-seed mill too. (I’m not good and writing down my recipes while I make them up)

I mixed this all together in our blender, formed them into nice round patties, and grilled them on our electric grill/griddle my husband gifted me with for Christmas (thank you!).

BBQ Hamburger patties

I sandwiched these between some basic hamburger buns my sweet mother-in-law brought over for us that day (perfect timing!) and dressed mine up with some yummy peppers & onions and some more BBQ sauce. I rather enjoyed them and from all the “mmmmmmms” I heard I think everyone else did too.


“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love.” (1 John 4:18)

Though the funny incident of my water bottle spilling made me chuckle, it also led me to muse about everyone’s initial reaction to panic when they thought my “water” had broken.

We live in a country and a time where birth is feared instead of embraced for the beauty and gift that it truly is.

The dramatic scenes of labor that predominate our television screens depict this as a time to panic. Women and men congregate around their water coolers to exchange horror stories of their horrific labor stories, sending fear into any attentively listening “virgin” or first-time pregnant ears.

This mainstream attitude toward labor and birth runs in such a stark contrast to Rosie the Riveter’s “We Can Do It” motto adopted by the feminist movement. So much of what women do, and who we are, is about being strong and “in control”, taking charge of the situation. But childbirth isn’t the time to show off our “guns” or “feminine machismo” (even if we do roar throughout it); birth is a time to surrender—to become vulnerable, weak. It’s a time to swing our hips around, to grunt and yell, and to open our bodies – open ourselves – to bring forth LIFE.

While I haven’t gone through medical school and have never worked in an OB office or Labor and Delivery unit, from what I have seen and heard, the customary business-like approach to pregnancy and labor & “delivery” fails to truly respect women, our bodies, and the birth process. I see this as a direct result of our “contra-ceptive” and “anti-life” culture. If women and medical professionals see pregnancy as a disease and as something to be protected from, it makes sense that birth would be treated in the same way.

In a similar way, if a couple uses contraception as a shield from the inconveniences and frustrations that come with pregnancy and children, this attitude is likely to linger into the birthing room should they “accidentally” become pregnant anyway. However, this isn’t always the case as I’ve noticed that many who are strong advocates of natural childbirth also strongly support contraception and birth control (including abortion as one method) because of their focus on “choice”. That said, I’ve also noticed that many couples who are “pro-life” and against the use of contraception still approach birth with trepidation and an over-dependence on medical doctors and nurses.

In Lynn M Griesemer’s Unassisted Homebirth: An Act of Love, she quotes from Susanna Napierala’s Water Birth: A Midwife’s Perspective about the natural function of birth.

Giving birth is a function that women inherently know how to perform, if left alone for nature to take its course. Women also need to take responsibility for themselves and to not be afraid of their bodies. Their bodies were made to give birth…There is no mystery about it. If women educate themselves about birth and trust in their bodies, they will suffer fewer complications for both themselves and their babies. (Napierala 1994: 6)

I’m not knocking epidurals and pitocin and c-sections entirely, I know there is a time and a place when these and other medical interventions can be helpful and even life-saving, but I do feel that too many women, starting with their doctors and nurses, rely on these out of fear, diluting the real significance of birth. 

Pregnancy and birth are not merely medical “conditions” and “events” that need to be controlled and monitored. In the General Audiences of John Paul II’s Man and Woman He Created Them: A Theology Of The Body he brilliantly describes the human body as “the expression of the spirit…” Through and with our bodies humans have an amazing “capacity of expressing love, that love in which the person becomes a gift and – by means of this gift – fulfils the meaning of his being and his existence”.

The sexual act between a man and a woman that brings about the conception of a new human being is only the beginning of this self-giving expression of love, the woman’s body continues this ‘becoming-gift’ through the pregnancy, culminating in a total gift of self during the labor and birth of this human being out into communion with the world.

If we take time to look at birth again, to truly re-spect it, we can see that it is a humbling extension of our mutual self-giving, an acceptance of ”being open to life.”When we say “yes” to God, even by accepting a new life, we are saying “yes” to all it comes with, including the work, the discomforts of pregnancy and the intense work of labor, birth, and the post-partum time. In this way, these “pains” take on a new meaning; they achieve a greater purpose and become…beautiful.

I don’t see childbirth as a punishment; it is a great opportunity to share in Christ’s sacrificial offering and love for us. There has never been a time in my life when I have felt so close to God than when a baby is crowning out of me. It is a time to be in deep awe of God’s ingenious design of our bodies. I do not fear birth, I embrace it.

“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul” (Psalm 94:19)

“Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10)


Here’s a random update of what we’ve been working on around the garden lately.

The hydrangeas I planted last year are blooming! Well one of them is blooming and the other is still thinking about it.

My husband and kids got me a new pink one for mother’s day! I love these so much, I hope I can keep them alive through the summer.

Our luscious hostas.

We planted some vincas in a few pots around the house.

Even the froggie planter gets to have one.

My 5-year-old made this at preschool for me. I love his little hand print.

Though it is really late in the game, we decided to go ahead and plant some veggies in the garden boxes.

Some peppers and broccoli, which is already mostly eaten up by caterpillars. My approach to vegetable gardening is a we’ll-stick-these-in-the-ground-and-see-what-happens. Thankfully we do not rely on the success of this method for our survival.

A ladybug landed on his shirt while we were working.

He thought it was pretty funny.

The green pepper box. Wouldn’t it be nice if it stayed so clean and weed-free like this?!

Some more peppers and the broccoli. I have no idea if you are supposed to grow these together. We’ll find out.

I have another box but doubt I’ll go to the effort to get rid of all that grass/weeds to plant anything in it this year. I’m not sure what to do with all the extra soil I have now. I wonder if I can return it. And you can see our nice compost box there. Another somewhat unsuccessful experiment. Oh well, I feel better throwing our kitchen scrap and yard waste in there than into the trash. And we got some cantaloupes and tomatoes out of it last year.

I bought too many flowers and don’t have enough pots. I don’t know why I bought these. They looked pretty at the store but now…not so much. I might squeeze them into the veggie boxes somehow…maybe that will crowd out the weeds?


23. May 2012 · 1 comment · Categories: Random

So here’s a funny story for you on this fine Wednesday afternoon:

I was at the grocery store check out line the other day getting all the bags packed away in the cart. My purse was on the child’s seat (for once unoccupied by a child!) so I moved it and hung it over my shoulder to make room for more bags. Shortly after this, while I was waiting to pay, I started feeling little wet splashes on my legs. Confused, I looked down and saw small puddles of water on the floor by my feet. I turned around a bit to see if there was something leaking from somewhere but couldn’t see anything. Then, I started feeling little trickles of water going down my legs and I was now very confused. “Hmm,” I thought, “It’s not time for my water to break yet…?”

I swung around a bit more to see where in the world this water was coming from and realized it was leaking from my purse! My bottle of water inside must have opened somehow and was now leaking down my back and splashing on my legs and feet on the floor! Happy to have solved the mystery I said, out loud, “Oh! It’s my water!”

I realized too late how this might sound coming from a pregnant woman (who according to most strangers’ looks like I’m ”ready to pop” already). I looked at the woman in line next to me and her eyes were wide and terrified. “No!’ I reassured her quickly, “It’s my water bottle in my purse, it’s leaking!” Slowly her eyes returned to normal and the veins in her face went back under her skin, hopefully her blood pressure returned to normal as well. I apologized for scaring her and the cashier looked relieved too and said she was about ready to call 911 but I assured her that wouldn’t be necessary.

They helped me clean up the floor and as soon as my bags were all packed up I scooted out of there, hiding my blushing face and chuckling to myself as I thought about that poor lady’s look of panic. I’m not sure I want to imagine what she would have done had it been my amniotic fluid breaking instead of just my water bottle leaking.


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Here’s another yummy recipe from the Better Homes and Gardens Slow Cooker Magazine. (You can find this recipe on page 77) I also found these other tasty-looking BH&G Cuban Sandwich Recipes that would be good for lunch or dinner.

I did make a few modifications: Instead of using their “Dilled Cucumber” recipe, I just chopped up some dill pickles I had and mixed those with the banana peppers and yellow mustard. I also used a beef roast instead of a pork roast since that’s what I had. Though messy, this was tasty and I might try it again with the cucumbers instead of the pickles though they did add a nice crunchy texture. I also really liked the cooked ham on top of the roast beef and one can almost never go wrong with anything on ciabatta buns!


Last week I wrote about Prenatal Exercise and introduced the Yoga Journal and Lamaze present: Yoga for your pregnancy DVD **Give-Away**. Thank you everyone who commented and entered the drawing! It gave me good food for thought. As an afterthought, while I still don’t like the funny comments people offer regarding my “big” size, I do realize that many times people just don’t know what to say or how to say it right or find my obvious large belly the easiest way to begin and carry on a conversation. Also, the deeper reason people are attracted to my belly isn’t because of its ever-growing size but because of the amazing miracle that is squirming around inside. This miracle leaves people so speechless they end up saying something silly instead.

Anyway, today I had my 5-year-old practice writing the numbers assigned to each name entered and then we drew the winning number.

So the beautiful winner of this prenatal yoga DVD is…..

Bianca!!

Congratulations, friend! I’m sure you will enjoy this very much during your pregnancy, labor & birth, and postpartum time with your baby. Now what about those belly dancing classes?

 


I’ve been meditating and reflecting a lot on God’s Will for me; what is He calling me to do?

I ask Him, “Lord, what do you want of me? Where and how do you want me to serve you?

His answer has always been simple: ” Here. Right here.”

He says this to me when I am nursing (or when I was anyway), or when I am putting the kids to bed at night or for naps.

Here. Right here.”

He says this to me when I’m doing laundry or working in the kitchen.

Here. Right here.”

He is answer is always so simple. So…peaceful and somehow full of everything I really need to know. Yet, I am but a human being and do not accept it. I want more. (Cue: Ariel). I try to make it complicated and put words in His mouth; add my own plans and try to accessorize His Will with my own embellishments.

In the end, the naked simplicity of His Will is beautiful without anything extra. His Will is perfect…even if it is simple.

Though His Will, His grace, is all I need and I want to accept His answer to be “Here. Right here”, I am weak and stubborn.

I try to add my own plans and force something into it that really doesn’t belong. And God is too patient with me and lets me find out how wrong I am. I love my vocation as a wife and mother. But as I wrote and shared here at CatholicMom.com, it is challenging to balance serving my family in the home and serving those around me outside of the home and apart from my family.

I 100% believe in the importance of a mother being at home and available as much as she can for her family, especially when the kids are young. However, I also see a huge need for women to serve in the world outside of their home and families as well. Women bring a certain dynamic, a unique ”genius” to decisions and to the workplace. Men are very good concrete thinkers but women help bring in the right amount of emotion and practical thinking to transform their ideas into a realistic application. This is especially true for women who are also mothers; women who know what family life is really like, what a family needs and how to sensibly help families carry out their missions and support themselves.

In his Apostolic Letter, Mulieris Dignitatem (On the Dignity and Vocation of Women), Pope John Paul II speaks very highly of women; both as mothers and as women in the world.

When we say that the woman is the one who receives love in order to love in return, this refers not only or above all to the specific spousal relationship of marriage. It means something more universal, based on the very fact of her being a woman within all the interpersonal relationships which, in the most varied ways, shape society and structure the interaction between all persons – men and women. In this broad and diversified context, a woman represents a particular value by the fact that she is a human person, and, at the same time, this particular person, by the fact of her femininity. This concerns each and every woman, independently of the cultural context in which she lives, and independently of her spiritual, psychological and physical characteristics, as for example, age, education, health, work, and whether she is married or single.

As I look around and observe, I see many mothers who put their families first but also find small ways to share their time and talent with others at paid and volunteer positions as extensions of their work at home. One friend is a nurse, another teaches part-time, one gets to escape for a few hours a week to play pool work with a parish website company, and another will soon share here talent and expertise in cake/cookie decorating.  In each place, in their homes and at their jobs, they are following God’s will to serve their family and to bring Christ’s love to all the world simply by living their lives for Him in everything they do.

Though I know God calls me to serve my family “at home” for now, and I’m doing a better job of figuring out how to do this, I still like to share my “feminine genius” that God gave me in other ways and as the kids get older I’m sure God’s simple Will for me will branch out from the main trunk of our “domestic church“.

I would love to work/volunteer with supporting strong marriages and families; which includes a greater awareness of the Marriage as a sacred and living Sacrament and the gift of Natural Family Planning. I’d really love to work with pregnancy crisis centers or other work to support mothers. Motherhood is beautiful, but without the proper help and mother-to-mother support, it can seem more like a burden than the joyful gift it is. I also dream of writing a book or two one day…not sure about what yet but something.

For now, I will focus on God’s simple call for me to be “Here. Right here.”

 

 


A few weeks ago the kids Grampap (“pap pap”) came over with a little gift he’d found for them on a walk through the nearby nature park.

The kids named her Ellie and loved watching her.

Alas, we couldn’t get her to eat much and she somehow escaped and fell off our kitchen counter; luckily I found her before she got stepped on! But we decided it would be best to return her to her natural habitat. The kids, especially our daughter, were really sad to have to say goodbye to their new little pet.

Ellie, on the other hand, seemed more than eager to get out of her little “cage” and back to her home.

Free! She seemed very happy to be back.

Now whenever we drive by the nature park the kids, led by the two-year old, say, “Hi, Ellie!!” I’m sure she can hear them and misses them too.

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