My birthday fell on Mother's Day this year (like it does every 5-6 years). When I was little it made me upset. I mean, my mom is a mother every day, my birthday only came around once a year. Obviously I didn't get it. When I hit my late teenage and college years it made me sad for my mom. People remembered me, but my wonderful mom was getting forgotten. Well now that I am a mom - I kinda liked it. I used it as an excuse to do things I really wanted to do - since my toddler had no say in the matter. We woke up and cuddled. She gave me loads of toddler kisses - from both her and her stuffed animals. I think I got about a dozen kisses from the lion's butt - we will work on what end gives kisses in the future. Then we went to church. After church we got some lunch and headed up to my grandparent's house to watch baseball with my grandfather. My daughter had other ideas. She DEMANDED that Papa play catch with her. She was very insistent. He was more than happy to oblige. After the ball game we went to my mom's house and visited with her until she had to go to work. By this time my husband was off work, so we picked up him and went to the park to walk around and let our daughter play on the slides. We ended the day with a movie and more kisses from stuffed animals before she passed out.
PERFECT birthday and Mother's Day!
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Friday, April 6, 2012
How do you make a priest smile on the most solemn day of the year?
The answer to this is....be my daughter. She is such a stinker pants!
So she and I went to veneration of the Cross today. She conked out on me on the drive there (no surprise there!) I didn't think anything of sitting in the front row like we always do. She likes to look around and I like to be able to see as well. During the readings and the petitions (even with all the standing kneeling associated with this service) she was like a very heavy and dead sack of potatoes all snuggled up under my chin. She was awake, but just cuddling. The guy beside me leaned over and whispered how cute and calm she was being right after the Our Father. She took it as a challenge - I SWEAR!! The second the priest starts to part of the service that is the quietest and most solemn she starts giggling, laughing, cooing. As the congregation is walking up to the altar for veneration she starts doing her snow angel interpretation (waving her arms and legs wildly like she is making the largest snow angel she can muster), cooing, laughing, squealing for joy....everything in her power to draw as much attention as she can get. I tried EVERYTHING in my power to get her to be quiet. Offered her the bottle - not interested. Binkie? - oh no, who needs that? She attempted to turbo launch it across the church. The binkie saver cord saved it from landing on the altar or the floor. Shhh'ing her only made her want to be louder. Offering her the little squishy bear in the diaper bag - yeah, she threw that on the floor. Turning her around to face me - no help. Turning her to face the stain glass window - no go! That just caused her to lean over backwards and about head dive onto the floor. All she wanted to do was dance and squeal for joy while facing the altar.
Did I mention that we were in the front row? Oh yeah. Father could have taken 2 or 3 steps and touched the top of her head. She was in his periphery. He LOST IT!!! He tried to remain solemn and straight faced, but failed miserably!! He was laughing, as was about 1/4 the church.
Why didn't I get up and go to the back of the church? Well on one side was a lady who required a walker to move (which was in front of her), so we couldn't go that way. She seemed to be the only person in the entire church who wasn't distracted by my overly happy child. The other way.....the procession line and the gentleman who was finding this very enjoyable and funny. Plus he couldn't stand well either.
What did I learn from this?
1. I am SO going to hear about this from Father. This story is almost guaranteed to be told sometime during a homily.
2. Sit in a pew with easy access to the isle. No more sitting in the middle of a pew that holds about 20 people.
3. Lent really is about the joy of the resurrection. My child just was a day and half early in celebrating.
Oh, side note: on the way home she was asleep before we got out of the parking lot! I guess she wore herself out with all that playing. That or she was just bored without loads of people to play with.
So she and I went to veneration of the Cross today. She conked out on me on the drive there (no surprise there!) I didn't think anything of sitting in the front row like we always do. She likes to look around and I like to be able to see as well. During the readings and the petitions (even with all the standing kneeling associated with this service) she was like a very heavy and dead sack of potatoes all snuggled up under my chin. She was awake, but just cuddling. The guy beside me leaned over and whispered how cute and calm she was being right after the Our Father. She took it as a challenge - I SWEAR!! The second the priest starts to part of the service that is the quietest and most solemn she starts giggling, laughing, cooing. As the congregation is walking up to the altar for veneration she starts doing her snow angel interpretation (waving her arms and legs wildly like she is making the largest snow angel she can muster), cooing, laughing, squealing for joy....everything in her power to draw as much attention as she can get. I tried EVERYTHING in my power to get her to be quiet. Offered her the bottle - not interested. Binkie? - oh no, who needs that? She attempted to turbo launch it across the church. The binkie saver cord saved it from landing on the altar or the floor. Shhh'ing her only made her want to be louder. Offering her the little squishy bear in the diaper bag - yeah, she threw that on the floor. Turning her around to face me - no help. Turning her to face the stain glass window - no go! That just caused her to lean over backwards and about head dive onto the floor. All she wanted to do was dance and squeal for joy while facing the altar.
Did I mention that we were in the front row? Oh yeah. Father could have taken 2 or 3 steps and touched the top of her head. She was in his periphery. He LOST IT!!! He tried to remain solemn and straight faced, but failed miserably!! He was laughing, as was about 1/4 the church.
Why didn't I get up and go to the back of the church? Well on one side was a lady who required a walker to move (which was in front of her), so we couldn't go that way. She seemed to be the only person in the entire church who wasn't distracted by my overly happy child. The other way.....the procession line and the gentleman who was finding this very enjoyable and funny. Plus he couldn't stand well either.
What did I learn from this?
1. I am SO going to hear about this from Father. This story is almost guaranteed to be told sometime during a homily.
2. Sit in a pew with easy access to the isle. No more sitting in the middle of a pew that holds about 20 people.
3. Lent really is about the joy of the resurrection. My child just was a day and half early in celebrating.
Oh, side note: on the way home she was asleep before we got out of the parking lot! I guess she wore herself out with all that playing. That or she was just bored without loads of people to play with.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
St. Patrick's Day fun
St. Patrick's Day is always a fun day in our house. The celebration started extra early this year. My dear husband has been playing Celtic music and Irish drinking songs since mid-February. Both sides of our family have some Irish blood flowing through our veins. For the last 3 or 4 years we have gone to a local microbrewery and listened to a local Celtic band. This year was no different. The only difference is that we have the little lady. So I dressed her up in a shirt that said, "Irish you would KISS ME" and took her to listen to the music. Her daddy danced and sang with her for a couple hours. She loved it! They looked so cute it made my heart melt. How awesome is it that she has such a great daddy who adores her so much? She is a lucky little lady and she knows it!
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