Christmas!! Yes, it is still Christmas!! :)

Journal #23

(Do I really only have 23 "journal" posts for the year?  And was my last one really in August?!?!  Oh well, you get what you get, don't throw a fit :)

Out My Window:

Snow, glorious snow.  I believe we have a high today of seven degrees.  As cold as that sounds, everyone in this house is pretty happy as we have had such a mellow winter so far, it was freaking me out and disappointing the children.

Clothing Myself In:

Jeans (that used to be too big and now just fit. . . I find it difficult to have patience with my body after having a baby :(  ), an M.S. Bike-a-thon t-shirt and a pair of the hubby's wool socks (hey, I need to see if I got him a decent pair for Christmas, you know :)

Around the House:

It is still Christmas!!  Did I mention that yet??  Well I feel like I need to shout it, because it makes me happy and so many people don't believe me and I think they are just missing out.  Here is our Jesus, resting oh so comfortably on the strings of the children's good deeds in Advent.

I thought it would not be so difficult to find space for our Christmas toys this year since they were mostly legos or kinex, both of which we already have large tubs to contain.  However, I seem to have overlooked how both of these types of toys vomit all over the room - and into the next - and then get broken and pieces end up everywhere!!  I will let them out a few more days and then make them pick them up soon - for my sanity.  The funny thing is that the kids seem to "get" my moods (or maybe they feel the same) and often comply easily enough on picking them all up for a bit.

I just moved the couch, about a half hour ago - so it sticks out into the living room.  Mostly I did it because I have a rope hanging from an old hook (long story) that the kids can climb and they were climbing/jumping off the couch (which is not allowed, btw)  on said rope.  So I moved the couch out almost ninety degrees to "compensate."  We shall see how long it lasts. . . or if it solves the problem.

Also, cleaning. . . is it just me, or does anyone else ever wonder WHERE DOES ALL THIS DIRT COME FROM!!  Seriously, I miss one day of sweeping and I have PILES!!  I really need to teach my kids to sweep better so they can deal with it.  (Although I was kind-of hoping their sweeping skills would simply improve with time/practice - unassisted practice that is!)

The Baby:

She is six-months-now.  She is quite unique from the other children in that she is considerably smaller for her age.  She was in the 5oth percentile (for everything, head, weight, and length) at her last check-up (and will go in for her six-month-check next week).  All the other children were either in the 90s or off the charts as babies, seriously.  She seems to be developing a little slower, too. . . but it is probably not a big deal - nothing to be concerned over anyhow.  She can roll around, but does not do it much.  She is not crazy about being on her tummy and will often roll on her back as quickly as possible.  She is quite content to lay on her back and bat at her hanging toys, or put them in her mouth.  She is not scooting or locomoting much at all.  Perhaps that is because everyone comes to her??  She does not sit up or pull up or anything crazy like that.  She will stand a bit if you hold her hands, but would not get in such a position on her own.

She still likes to suck her thumb.  I think I would rather have her take a pacifier as then I could decide when she could have it!  But she does what she does.

I had a breast infection several weeks back and I have been concerned about my milk production since.  About three or four weeks ago, I finally got it back up to were I am not really "worried" about her getting enough milk but I still notice that she is considerably less satisfied on one side.  And who wants to have lopsided boobs?!?!  Generally, though, I think her increased fussiness lately has to do with her attempt to get teeth maybe??  And/or the insanity of the holidays (as she does not rest well away from HER crib).

The Kids:

They have enjoyed the holidays and extended family fun.  They are happy with their toys and generally loving this season.  I only wish I could spend more time playing with them, but the call of housework and "projects" is too strong to resist right now as they are otherwise occupied.

Crafting:

I finally am almost caught up putting pictures in albums.  (And I was about three years behind, so this is huge, people!!)  Hopefully I can stay on top of this now that I am caught up and have a good system going.  The kids and I really enjoy looking at these albums.

Some day I am going to pick up my knitting needles again but they will have to wait until my arms are empty of Zipporah as she has made it clear that when she nurses, I am not to be engaged elsewhere!!

Reading:

I actually finished a book the other day.  It has probably been about a year since that happened.  In case you were curious, it was Little Women.  And I don't think I have ever read it before, even though it seemed familiar (I must have come across the title in school at some point).   In any case, I enjoyed it and finished it and now I am starting Emma by Jane Austin.  Yay for old classics.

And to add to the excitement, shortly after finishing Little Women, I also finished Getting the Marriage Conversation Right.  It is a short book about how to promote and defend traditional marriage in non-religious terms and I highly recommend it for all.  Very clear.  Easy to read.  And it made me think.  I am considering getting some more copies to pass out to some of my friends.

And my current reading consists of two books by the same author, Katy Bowman, over similar stuff.  Alignment Matters and Every Woman's Guide to Foot Pain.  I started the Alignment Matters book a while back and enjoyed it, but got busy and put it down.  Now I am seeing how some of this stuff REALLY makes sense, so I read more and picked up the book on foot pain, not because I have foot pain necessarily, but because it is considered her "introduction book" to what she is about - even though the book is really about foot pain, it is more than that, too.  In any case, she has some notions that really blow my mind.  I joined a facebook group about alignment and restorative exercise and am finding much fruit in the practices and ideas.  This will most likely be its own blog post in the future.  Oh and if you want to check her out on your own, she has a blog.

Bringing Me Joy:

*Zipporah!  As much as she has been so fussy and difficult to deal with over the past few months, she is truly a treasure I love.  When she smiles and coos or falls asleep on me. . . well, let's just say those are moments I find deep contentment.

*My husband.  He has been showing signs of maturity (shhh don't tell him) and beginning to really step up his care of the kids and offering to help me - even in tasks he thinks are somewhat a waste of time.  It is really sweet.

*Getting fresh flowers.  Today I took all six children with me to the store because we had been gone and needed EVERYTHING.  As I was leaving, the florist handed me a bouquet saying that I deserved one for bringing my whole family out in the cold.

General pictures to share:

This was shortly after our first extended family Christmas.

Rebekah braided Miriam's hair.  So sweet, right? :)

Christmas!

Rebekah was Mary, Samuel was the "blue" wise man,  Paul was the shepherd with the brown "hat." (on the end).  They all did great in the Christmas pageant during the children's Mass at church.

Samuel helped Zipporah open her Christmas gift.  She was enthralled, especially with the paper.

Zipporah's Godparents got her an ornament.  I think she approves :)

"The Kids" (and me, as I was trying to keep Zipporah happy) at Gordie's extended family Christmas.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas. . .

As a child I do not remember celebrating Santa.  There were not "gifts from Santa."  My father certainly never dressed up as Santa.  I was never told to "be good because Santa is watching" or any of that kind of thing.  St. Nicholas came on December 6th and sometimes he put candy or small toys in my shoes and sometimes he brought a wrapped present in the morning.  But, Christmas was about Jesus.  We had an advent wreath and we faithfully lit the candles and said our prayers and then Jesus was born on Christmas and we got gifts from Mom and Dad and extended family, etc.  That was that.

(Odd Side Note: Although this is how I remember things, a while back as I was going through some of my childhood items, in a scrapbook my mom had kept, I came across an article in the local newspaper that I had written and guess what it was about?  It was a letter I had written to Santa!!!  I think I was in the fifth grade.  I asked for world peace.  How noble is that?   In any case I do not remember writing the letter and I certainly do not remember ever believing in Santa so perhaps we had to write such a letter for class or something, that is my only guess.)

I now have children and as the oldest two were getting old enough to pay attention to such things (somewhere between 2 and 4 - possibly one was 2 and the other 4 or something like that), I calmly sat them down and explained that Santa was not real and that what "the world" considered Santa was actually a glorification of St. Nicholas.  I explained the story of St. Nicholas - leaving candy in the children's shoes and throwing money in windows for the poor girls' dowries. I proceeded to give them small gifts, and/or to celebrate the feast of Saint Nicholas.  (I know one year for whatever reason I did not have gifts ready - I think maybe we had been sick - so I made a special dessert and we sang "Happy Birthday" to St. Nicholas.)  That was all fine and dandy.

It was the next year, I believe, when she was in Kindergarten, that Rebekah asked me before each gift was opened, who it was from.  I answered her truthfully that it was from Mom and Dad or Grandma or Aunt whoever, etc.  That year I had gotten a bit overzealous in my shopping and decided to bless the children with ADDITIONAL gifts on Epiphany (I called them "Kings Gifts").  So not only had they gotten Christmas presents from Mom and Dad and all their extended family, they got ANOTHER gift in January to celebrate the arrival of the three wise men.

About a week later as I was taking down our Christmas decorations (which normally happens for us on the Baptism of the Lord) Rebekah made a comment.  She said, in a mournful serious tone, "Santa did not bring us any gifts.  We must have been bad."  And my heart broke for her, but what could I do?  It was too late for Santa to come and I had already explained that he was not going to come anyhow.  How could she not "get it"?!?!

So another year or two passed and she no longer asked me about Santa, but then I overheard her tell someone, "Mom does not believe in Santa, but we (as in her and her siblings) know he is real."

Another year or two passed and now we are up to this year, this very evening, I believe she has finally reasoned out how her understanding of Santa (which I would argue is different from my attempts to make him a displaced St. Nicholas) fits in with the real reason for this season, the birth of Jesus.  Tonight she was eating dinner with the rest of the children at the table.  From the kitchen, I overheard her say,

"the one gift Santa can give God is his heart.  He lets God use him as an instrument of peace."

All I can say to that is "well-said, dear daughter, well-said."

7 Quick Takes - Advent

Advent Sweetness

This morning I was reflecting on Advent and feeling a little guilty that I have not taken the time to really prepare my heart.  But then I realized, Advent is not over yet!  There is still time!  Time to refill my lamp and/or get some more oil because the Bridegroom is not here yet.  So this morning, amidst the regular insanity of life here at "The Green Turtle Dojo" (our homeschool name) I sought out the "sweetness factors" of my life.

1. Miriam and Rebekah showering together in the morning.  Rebekah has started showering more, partly because she is getting older and mostly because she has long hair.  In any case, Miriam likes to be in the shower with her older siblings.  It makes my heart happy to see how joyfully Rebekah lets Miriam shower with her.  And it reaffirms my desire to homeschool as we would probably not have time for this if Rebekah had to be at school by 8am!  

2.  Paul's enthusiasm is really amazing.  He LOVES to talk. . . ALL - THE - TIME!!  But his enthusiasm really makes it adorable (except when I am grumpy or in a hurry, then I do not find it adorable because I am too busy being upset, but I digress. . . ) and I am often in awe of how he seems to have an endless river of excitement and enthusiasm.  It makes me think of how Jesus says we cannot enter into the kingdom of heaven unless we become like little children.  Perhaps we can take a lesson or two from Paul.

3.  I love that my children are growing to love Scripture.  This morning Rebekah was reading Sacred Scripture for our Jesse Tree.  At one point, she says, "That is all I'm supposed to read, but I'm going to read more because this is such a good story."  (It was David and Goliath.) 

4.  Zipporah is growing in her ability to interact with us.  We are now affectionately calling her "the little dinosaur," as she has started doing this little grunt/growl thing.  I will try to catch it on video, but trust me - it is really cute!

5.  This morning as the children, noticing that Baby Jesus' manger was still rather sparse, were tripping over each other looking for good deeds to do in order to put some more padding down for the little king.

6. Amidst the good deed search from the previous point, the children asked what Zipporah might do to participate.  I told them every time she smiles they could put in a piece of yarn for her.  And that brought on the smile-fest of the morning for sure as each child would kneel before her and cheerfully command, "Smile Zipporah!!" with their biggest smiles to show her how.  She complied, of course, and  I am sure Baby Jesus will find this "hay" to be the most soft and cozy!

7. Samuel received the Sacrament of Reconciliation for the first time yesterday and we as a family (those of us old enough) also were able to receive this Sacrament.  No matter how often I receive the Sacrament or Reconciliation, it NEVER GETS OLD to me.  Such a blessing we have for the Sacrament of Healing and Forgiveness.

Samuel and Zipporah

Happy Birthday, Samuel!

Today is the birthday, I wonder for who?  We know it's for someone who's right in this room.  So look all around you for somebody who, is smiling and laughing, my goodness it's you!  Happy Birthday, Samuel, from all of us to you.  Happy Birthday, Samuel, from Daddy and Mommy, too!  We congratulate you, and pray good-luck follows, too.  Happy Birthday, Samuel, may all of your good dreams come true!

(My music teacher had us sing this song to "the birthday kid" after we say Happy Birthday.  Of course, today is NOT Samuel's birthday.  But we got the month right :)

1) Samuel reminds me most of myself.  He is a little OCD, a little socially awkward (and will probably shoot me later when he discovers I mentioned this here), a little crazy, and just a lot like me.  I honestly can remember acting/feeling/thinking/saying, as a kid, the same stuff he does now.  Seriously.

2) He really likes pumpkin goodies, like cookies, cake, bread, etc.  He is also a stickler for peanut butter cookies.

3) Samuel is an amazing student.  He is quite smart and catches on quickly.  He is also fairly driven (that minor OCD for the win) and will buckle-down and get his work done!

4) Math is Samuel's favorite school subject and he was actually a year ahead in Math until this year as we are doing the virtual school and I was not sure how to tell them about his amazing math skills, or even if they would care so much.

5) Samuel is quite athletic (which is not so much like me - must get that from his father).  He does rolls in Aikido like most people walk across the room - so graceful and quick.  He is also really fast - and he knows it!

6)  He is so good to his sisters!  He likes to play with his brothers. . . well, especially Jacob and sometimes Paul, but Samuel seems to always have a tender spot for his sisters.  Since Rebekah is older, she is always "fun" but he often sings to Zipporah and gently pats her head, or helps Miriam put on her shoes or take off her bib, etc.

7)  Samuel loves to sing.  He may be a little off on pitch or melody, but he sure belts out those tunes and seems to genuinely enjoy doing so.

Happy Birthday, dear Samuel!  May God continue to form you into a virtuous and joyful young man.