Tonight is game 5 of the playoffs so the boys dressed appropriately. As usual, Baby Hulk had something to say about his clothes.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
An Honor
Today I went to my niece's First Communion. What an amazing day for her, but probably more amazing to me as an adult. I remember my First Communion, but I don't think I realized the importance of that day. On Good Friday, I tried to explain to my 4 year old this gift, but I think I just confused him. Maybe not, now during daily Mass, he points and says, "look, the Body and Blood." My niece looked so proud and happy today. I pray that as she grows older, she will truly realize the beauty of today. My oldest son is starting to realize this. He is a bit like me when it comes to religion: follow the rules. So during the Mass, his main concern was that none of the kids were partaking of the consecrated wine. I noticed too, but was not going to say anything. I had to make him promise not to make a comment about it to the rest of the family. He was so upset that these kids did not fully participate. I tried to explain that they did fully participate, but I don't think he really believed me. (The joys of a having a teenager, they know EVERYTHING.) Although like him, I think they should have had the consecrated host AND wine.
It seemed like all the kids on our side of the church were girls. Beautiful girls wearing their white dresses and veils. And it made me so sad for our girls. I'm not emotional at all, but today it hit me: Our lost girls. I know I'm supposed to be happy to have kids in heaven, but really, I'm not. I'm selfish and want my girls here on earth. I want all the things these moms have with their girls. I love the family we are raising, but I miss the other kids we should have had as well, and today, I especially missed the girls.
As I was feeling sorry for myself, I was reminded of the girl next door. The beautiful 15 year old girl next door who asked me to attend a mother/daughter luncheon with her. Her mother passed away when she was very young. She has an amazing father and extended family. She has other women to look to, but she picked me! What an honor. This girl is amazing. She loves my boys and will come spend time with each of them. On her birthday this year, she took Kobra from me and showed him off to all of her friends. Frankly, nobody wants to hold him because he spits up nonstop. She knows this and it didn't matter to her. And when he did spit up on her, she just got a new bib and kept holding him. She will take walks with the boys and chase after them for me, talk with me while I bake and call me to talk about her boyfriends.
I can never take the place of her mother, but I am blessed to have this almost woman in my life. And so very honored to have her include me on a day that must be very difficult for her. Maybe my little saints in heaven are smiling down on me.
It seemed like all the kids on our side of the church were girls. Beautiful girls wearing their white dresses and veils. And it made me so sad for our girls. I'm not emotional at all, but today it hit me: Our lost girls. I know I'm supposed to be happy to have kids in heaven, but really, I'm not. I'm selfish and want my girls here on earth. I want all the things these moms have with their girls. I love the family we are raising, but I miss the other kids we should have had as well, and today, I especially missed the girls.
As I was feeling sorry for myself, I was reminded of the girl next door. The beautiful 15 year old girl next door who asked me to attend a mother/daughter luncheon with her. Her mother passed away when she was very young. She has an amazing father and extended family. She has other women to look to, but she picked me! What an honor. This girl is amazing. She loves my boys and will come spend time with each of them. On her birthday this year, she took Kobra from me and showed him off to all of her friends. Frankly, nobody wants to hold him because he spits up nonstop. She knows this and it didn't matter to her. And when he did spit up on her, she just got a new bib and kept holding him. She will take walks with the boys and chase after them for me, talk with me while I bake and call me to talk about her boyfriends.
I can never take the place of her mother, but I am blessed to have this almost woman in my life. And so very honored to have her include me on a day that must be very difficult for her. Maybe my little saints in heaven are smiling down on me.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Quotes of the Week
1. After seeing what I had set out for him to wear for the day, baby hulk screamed "I don't want to be handsome." He equates handsome with church shirts.
2. After getting in trouble Goose said, "it's not my fault when you yell at me, it is your fault." He's right, we can only control our own actions, not those around us. I hope he remembers that when he is older and losing his temper.
3. "Where is Turbo's retired jersey?" (Turbo is a mascot.) "Is it true you were going to name me Kyle?" "How old do you think those little dippers (break dancers) are?" All said by a 14 year old at a flipping Rockets playoff game.
2. After getting in trouble Goose said, "it's not my fault when you yell at me, it is your fault." He's right, we can only control our own actions, not those around us. I hope he remembers that when he is older and losing his temper.
3. "Where is Turbo's retired jersey?" (Turbo is a mascot.) "Is it true you were going to name me Kyle?" "How old do you think those little dippers (break dancers) are?" All said by a 14 year old at a flipping Rockets playoff game.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Celebrating Baptism
Happy Baptism Day, Squirt! Tonight, we celebrated our oldest son's Baptism day. He was actually baptized on April 19th, but due to a hectic schedule this week, we haven't been able to celebrate this important day until tonight. Just like a birthday or other holiday, we celebrate each child's baptism yearly. We have a special dinner on our wedding china, look at pictures from their special day and light the Baptism candle. About a month after lighting his candle, my oldest son always asks when he gets to light it again.
After my son lit his candle tonight, my husband prayed for him and for us. I wish I could repeat what he said because it was so beautiful. He reminded us that God bestowed grace into our life that day and that we became members of the Body of Christ, how important it is to live a life of faith and when we fail to ask for forgiveness and know that with Christ we can do anything. I know that I depend on the grace from my baptism daily, although sometimes it seems like I turn my back on that grace. Thankfully, I had a reminder this week to open my heart and allow that grace to work within me. As my son grows older and faces more challenges in life, I pray that he too will open his heart to God's grace. I love you so much, Squirt and wish I had a picture from that day to share with everyone. (I didn't have a digital camera back then!) You were so proud to be baptized. May God bless you always, Squirt.
After my son lit his candle tonight, my husband prayed for him and for us. I wish I could repeat what he said because it was so beautiful. He reminded us that God bestowed grace into our life that day and that we became members of the Body of Christ, how important it is to live a life of faith and when we fail to ask for forgiveness and know that with Christ we can do anything. I know that I depend on the grace from my baptism daily, although sometimes it seems like I turn my back on that grace. Thankfully, I had a reminder this week to open my heart and allow that grace to work within me. As my son grows older and faces more challenges in life, I pray that he too will open his heart to God's grace. I love you so much, Squirt and wish I had a picture from that day to share with everyone. (I didn't have a digital camera back then!) You were so proud to be baptized. May God bless you always, Squirt.
Since I can't get into facebook and keep track of "friends" I haven't seen or thought about in years, I decided to try out another "in" thing: blogging. I'm not a good writer, but I do love to talk/brag about my family and friends. I have always kept a journal, although I suppose I'll be a bit more selective about what I share on this site. I hope to share a glimpse into our family life. Just getting started on this blog has taken several hours because I'm not very good with computers. Despite getting ready for the draft this weekend, (if I knew anything about computers, there would be a link to the NFL site at this point), my wonderful husband helped me fix the layout so that I had a burnt orange background. Thanks, baby!
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