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Today is the feast day of Our Holy Family. Today also marks the day a lady came up to me at Mass to ridicule my family.

I was calming down our 16 month old in the foyer as we have no cry room. My husband tended to our sons ages 7&5. We sit up front because our family wants to be physically closer to Christ. There are times where the boys fidget but refer to their ages and we quickly redirect their behavior.

She told me that our family is disrespectful that no one behind us gets anything from the service and that we probably don’t either. Ok, so I guess everyone behind us was polled about our family, including our daughter’s godparents…please read that with sarcasm. She also informed me that Fr is upset by us but won’t say anything despite us seeing him quite a bit due to our roles in the parish.

I told her thanks for her concern and she pressed on saying that when her 5 kids were young they behaved well at Mass and if they were ever disrespectful they wouldn’t sit up front. When I finally took a deep swallow to calm my nerves, I told her I would speak with my family. It was then that she thanked me for bringing my family to Mass. Yes, that all left me hurt and confused.

All I could do during Mass was pray for this woman six rows behind us. After Mass we usually go to the donut fellowship in the cafeteria, but I needed to speak with my family.

This interaction with this woman had me crazy close to wanting to switch parishes. My husband immediately went to one of our deacons to talk about this. He was just as shocked that today of all days this woman brought judgement on us, let alone that it took 2 years for her to say anything. He wants to speak with Fr about it and see if an announcement can be made about all families are different etc. I appreciate that.

Our boys went right to the doors and held them open for our parishioners as they left the church. My heart melted!

Please join me in praying for this woman and all others that may be like her. Pray their hearts soften and that they gain understanding.



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This past weekend we headed down to San Antonio for a homeschool conference. It was small but the message was big! Many of the speakers were homeschool moms of four or more kids. Some also ran home businesses or had time to write a book (seriously?!). It was much needed for our home. GamerDad was suggesting before the conference that when we move again, we put our oldest in public school so i can have a break, he can be in a real class, etc. none of what I want or need. These speakers expressed that their desired changed, mine have too. I once wanted to get back to work. Having kids and schooling them have put me on a different path. Home with my kids is where I belong. We learn about things together.
Fr Felix was my favorite speaker and I know he resonated strongly with my husband. He is a really funny guy with a lot of energy. Prayer was his main message. We teach our children the memorization prayers but many of us fail to teach our kids how to have conversations with God. GamerDad now starts off meal prayers ad-libbing and then does the “Bless us oh God, for these thy gifts…” I love seeing that change in him.

We also took time for fun: the Riverwalk boat tour, firehouse museum, the Alamo, Sea World, the zoo, and we attended the vigil mass at The Basilica of The Little Flower. I had to pay tribute to St Therese. After all, the morning of the anatomy scan of Little Miss, only my pink roses were in bloom, giving me a heads up on what to expect.



Now we are home, our school books in the mail, and are starting the school year by writing to our first pen pal from Japan! How exciting! We are thrilled to get started!

God bless!!

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After two kiddos who did mushy food and gagged at textured food, we opted for BLW for this one. What is it? You simply give your baby whatever it is that you are eating in small pieces minus the usual no-nos (salt, honey, peanut butter, etc). Yes, this works with babies who have no teeth to speak of. Lil Miss will be 9mo soon and is just now getting her first tooth at the service. We have done BLW with her for about 3mo now.
She first attacked strawberries. Now she goes after watermelon, like this:


I might add that right before this she was screaming and doing a weird demon voiced “dada” call. GamerDad was freaked by her deep voice calling out to him as he did the dishes (yep, I cook, he cleans up my mess. He’s all mine, sorry ladies!). Then I saw her reach for my watermelon since I obviously was not shoving homemade fries over to her tray fast enough. The picture soon came after I gave up my sweet slice of watermelon. In minutes she looked like she was in a blood bath and the watermelon was pulverized.
Yep, she knows how to bite, chew, and swallow. Textures do not throw her off thanks to BLW. It also makes my life so much easier, no cleaning out baby food jars or trying to find a place to store them or make room in the freezer for homemade baby food. No hours wasted prepping it all because she eats what I eat. Another perk, it is called the mommy diet. You only really get to eat about half your plate because baby claims the rest. By the time you get to eat a few bites and baby has had more than you, you decide you are full. 😛

God bless!

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There are many times that I wonder if what I am teaching is sinking in. I am sure many school based teachers wonder the same about their desk bound students as well.

Yesterday, we were reviewing for his 3rd quarter test in religion. There were a few I was sure he was going to get wrong and he -stunned- me! He didn’t just spout the easy answers to things, but gave an explanation.

He also had CRE last night. It was one of the loaves and fish “stories”. We have gone over both a couple of times and he has heard them at Mass too. When he came home, he told me about it and was excited that he answered questions correctly. Then, he handed me his worksheet and I about cried! He was upset that he didn’t finish the last two word scrambles, but he got the questions on the front side right and the other 8 scrambles correct as well! My heart lept with joy! He IS getting it!

That meant the world to me because I get hit with a lot of “I don’t know”s when we review or have a series of questions over something we just read. To have him spout off what I have taught him (and his CRE teachers) is all the thanks I need for doing what I do.

God bless!!

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Just over a year ago, my husband returned from Afghanistan. While he was there, he had a couple of rosaries made for me. One is made of Lapis Lazuli, a stone referenced quite a bit in scripture, and the other is made from amethyst. The latter is my favorite and it is because of more than the purple stones. It is because of the unity cross on it. What is a unity cross you ask? Let me show you:


It shows God’s symbol, Christ on the cross, and Mary at His side with a chalice filled with His blood. Mary shows eternal love by being at Christ’s side even as he was dying for the sins of the world. Beautiful! To learn more about the unity cross aka Schoenstatt Cross, please go here.
The link posted was found by a friend of mine. She told me the rosary I had was special and the name and I had forgotten until she posted about it today. Huge thanks to her for that!

The Mary medal in the center of my rosary has Mary with the Christ child. I love how this rosary goes full circle.

I admit, when I first converted, I just did not get the rosary and why people asked for her intercessions. Now, I get it. It hit me when my husband was deployed. We ask her for help. She is our Heavenly Mother. We don’t pray to her or to the saints, we ask them to pray for us. They help us out.

When I say the rosary, I try and grab this one because it helps me focus on the mysteries better. It is hard not to when two major points of Christ’s life are right there on it. However, I do need to grab my beads more often.

Do you have a favorite rosary? What helps keep you focused on the mysteries?

God Bless!

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Tests of patience

The past few days our family has had several instances to practice patience. The first round was when we had to herd all five of us on a plane (ok, three planes total). We couldn’t even leave our hole city for about three hours. We boarded the plane 3 times before we finally were able to leave. The first two delays were due to fog and being over weight. God had a plan. We had a priest on board that we met at church a couple of weeks ago. He talked with us quite a bit. We all spouted off a few Hail Marys. In fact, on the first boarding, I asked our oldest who we go to when we need help, “Mary.” “And how do we ask her for help?” “By saying the Hail Mary prayer.” My mama heart swelled. Then he went and said a few rounds of the prayer. He did it the second boarding too, and watched the fog roll away.

We missed our connection in my least favorite airport (DFW has scorned me many times). We went to the gate we were to be at and watched the plane push back. The gate agent poofed away for about 20 minutes before we were actually kinda helped and told to go halfway through yet another terminal. We pretty much saw all there is to see of DFW.They finally rerouted us and we caught another one. Then made the last hike to the last plane and got in five hours after our original arrival time.

Then we waited at baggage claim and saw three bags rotate on the carousel for a good 15 minutes before an agent came to us and asked who we were. Our bags beat us to our final destination.

More opportunities for patience arrived when we saw GamerDad’s grandmother yesterday. Dementia is a sad thing. It gets hard “playing” along. “Who is that baby?” “Where’d you get that baby?” “Who are those boys?” She recognized GamerDad but had a hard time believing he was as old as he is. She has him as a young boy in her mind as she keeps saying, “boy, you sure grew since last I saw you.” The last time we saw her, she barely remembered seeing us in Germany when our oldest was born. Now her memory has regressed even further and her short term memory is gone. Where the last time we saw her, she knew who I was. Now I am a stranger.
She is on O2, using a walker, and virtually blind. She can make out bright colors. GamerDad was in bright orange yesterday and that helped her. I was in bright blue and yellow, so I was more visible to her too.

Then our middle fella threw two four year old sized tantrums over caramel corn…seriously, caramel corn. It was the lip quivery, snot snorting, alligator tears kind of fit(s).

And we dealt with the on-slaught of “your boys need speech and they walk on their toes” comments again. My mother-in-law sides with us and knows their speech is fine because when the boys slow down they speak properly. However, when they are excited, they speak like I do, wicked fast (Horray East Coast raising). Also, when they slow down, they walk flat on their feet. I keep having to let the comments roll off my shoulders.

**edit** I also made a lemon meringue pie yesterday and managed to short out a mixer that is older than I am. I resorted to a hand mixer and did that until I could no longer feel my hand. My meringue was more like a quarter mile high. No pretty peaks on top of the pie. Pure, flat blah with one tiny peak. :/ Needless to say, Mary and I are super right these days. **/end edit**

I know I also promised to do my awards post on the plane, but that was impossible while holding Lil Miss on the plane the entire time. I do have a comedic post about one of the flights to do as well. Finally, my veil came in and will be worn for the first time tomorrow. Look for a veil “fashion” link up for that soon too. 🙂

God Bless!

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Veiling has been calling to my heart for about two years now. I was intimidated by it at first because not many women in the Catholic faith veil anymore. From what I have read up on it, it faded away after Vatican II but is making a gentle come back. It honestly never should have gone away.

The day after Christmas, I ordered my veil. GamerDad asked about it and I handed him a few blogs and articles I have read on it. I sometimes stink at articulating why I want to do something. Once he read, he got it and urged me to dive on in. The urge to veil hit me hard when we visited the Carmelite Hermitage. I was the only female with an uncovered head. I felt so naked! Here I was, in the presence of Christ with my head open. Veiling is a sign of humility. It covers a part of me that can be taken in vanity. My hair can sometimes make me prideful when it decides to behave and do what I want it to. By covering it up, I ignore the squawks of my mind, “did my son just mess up my hair? I bet it looks horrid now…” Instead, my focus is on Christ, as it should be.

My veil is sitting at a carrier facility two hours from here. Instead of being annoyed by it, I improvised. Today, I used a Pashmina GamerDad got me while he was deployed.


It easily slips down when I am out of church. It did slide a couple of times at Mass, but not super distractingly so. My kiddos mostly left it alone. I did feel more focused on what was said at Mass. My mind did not wander. I felt more spiritually connected.
I did quietly note three other women wearing a shawl, scarf, or hat as a head covering. Where I once thought I was virtually alone, I saw I had more ladies than I thought participating. Any sense of intimidation was gone. Any fear of people asking me questions about it was gone. No one asked anyway. 🙂 I was prepared, just in case.

How else have I started off this new year on the right foot? I have read two religious books already, one focused on our Holy Mother and the other was about God’s love. I’m about to crack open an Alan Ames book, if you haven’t heard of him, please do a Google search and dig in. His testimony is profound! His writing is enriching!

We have also adopted a focus on The Holy Family. Remember this post? This morning I printed off several images of The Holy Family to have one in each room of the house. In this way, I hope we can fill our house with more love and keep our focus with the goal in clear sight. Here are just a few of the images I printed:

Once nap time is over, the boys will help me hang them about the house.

Happy Epiphany!

God Bless!!

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