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our days here at the little house probably number two at the most. i haven’t said much about the new house because i was afraid i was only dreaming. i kept pinching myself every time we took a load of stuff. and now we are down to the big things like beds, dressers, computers, t.v.’s, sofa and piano. and that is only because my husband has had a super busy work schedule. me, the kids and of course my mama, have been taking trips back and forth in our chevy and her little corolla. you’d be surprised how many books can fit in that car.

we have a new whistler in our family. and if you’ve ever had a whistler, you know what i am dealing with. i feel very privileged that he saves all of his whistling for said trips back and forth to the new house. but he whistles viva la vida  by coldplay. over. and. over. and over again. every once in a while he’ll sing for a minute about “St. Peter callin’ his name.” i don’t have the heart to tell him to stop. yet. but i may have to very soon. because i think my sanity might be at stake.

it is a beautiful saturday. the weather has been cool. overcast and even gloomy at times. i sort of wish we were at the air show. maybe we’ll go later. then there is a mariachi concert at the library tonight that my girl wants to go to, so it’ll be tough to choose one or the other. the boys would prefer the air show, of course. and then those pesky summer basketball sign ups……life doesn’t ever seem to slow down, does it? but then again, i really wouldn’t want it too either. i have been trying to enjoy my kids lately. fixing them food they love. spending time with them. it is easier said than done, even when you are a mama who is privilged enough to stay home. we have been devouring library books. mother and son tales, especially. and tons more i’d list if i had the time.

i have a new place. you can visit if you’d like. there is not much there yet, i’ll work out the details as soon as time permits. but pretty soon i will say good-bye to here for good. the new blog is more useful to me in that i can keep track of my school work there. and when you are in a charter school, like we are, it comes in handy to take down all those notes because every 20 days i have to turn those notes in.

well, i should be going. i have a million things to do. but i am so excited about this move that  i wanted to share with you some of the really special things about the new house first. of course i fell in love with all the door knobs, chandeliers, wood floors and molding. and to make it a home i have been busy ironing my own curtains. see those pretty yellow ones up top? they hang on the kitchen door. and then there are all my little baby plants……i am dreaming about our Mary garden already….

well, help is here and that is my queque to get off of of the computer. hope you are all having a wonderful weekend. wishing you a blessed PENTECOST tomorrow.

Veni, Sancte Spiritus. ALLELUIA.

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honor, co-operating, telling and happiness (and all in one post!)

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“It is a great honor to you who are married that God, in HIS design to multiply souls who may bless and praise HIM for all eternity, causes you to co-operate with HIM in so noble a work.” ~St. Francis de Sales

“Tell the children about God………” ~St. John Vianney

“Perfect married life means the complete dedication of the parents for the benefit of their children.” ~St. Thomas Aquinas

“All the wealth in the world cannot be compared with the happiness of living together happily united.” ~Blessed Margaret d’Youville

do you see her?

a pregnant, kneeling, veiled woman with her head bowed in prayer. that is what we see anyway. no matter which direction this rock is turned there is a figure, with a belly, that most definitely looks like Our Blessed Mother.

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the day of our may crowning littlest son was doing this.

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i couldn’t understand the importance of the rock collecting then. the whole affair seemed rather noisy at the time. although it kept him quiet during the rosary, so i let him be. however,  later my husband would hand me one of them, as only daddies will hold such things in the pockets of their good church pants, and tell me quietly, “doesn’t this look like the Virgin Mary?” and i couldn’t agree more.

i have had several posts about Mary in my head this month. one which was especially important to me made it to paper but never to press. perhaps i might still share it. i wanted so badly to contribute to allison’s something about mary, yet, much like my little son all i have is this rock. quite insignificant to some, i am sure, but to me it is another little reminder that she, a lot like her Son, is everywhere. and i while i don’t always “see” her. i know she is there.

because i love this face

and taking pictures of it:

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“I am submitting this photo into the www.iheartfaces.com Blurb Book photo contest. I am granting I Faces permission to use my photo in a printed version of a book for commercial use and possibly advertising of a photo book on both the Blurb and I Faces web sites.”

 

“Be sure to head on over to www.iheartfaces.com to check out all of the beautiful face entries this week!”)

in retrospect

here are a few things i learned from this weekend: don’t be so hard on yourself while committing random acts of weekending. (the definition of weekending being where a homebody mama gives into the whims of her crazy husband, parents and children to do things which take her a. out of her comfort zone and b. cause her to forget things such as packing the right kinds of shoes for the right kinds of places). it is not a sin to forget sweaters and sunscreen when packing under pressure. cut your children’s fingernails more often, especially if you are going to be photographing their hands with frequency. comfort your child if they cry when they learn that saber-tooth tigers are extinct. don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers. however, it is wise to go back inside the house (when in the mountains) if you hear noises in the bushes, or, in my son’s words, “we better go before there’s trouble.”  and yes, you have to still crown mary even when her statue looks scary. drinking sparkling almond champagne and using rotary cutters at the same time is really not a good idea. dark chocolate with dried mango, coconut and cashews is truly the best combination ever. oh, and knitting scrubbies is for the birds……….. my weekend really was great. except for the having to move suddenly part. hope yours was too.

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on a lighter note

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some friendships

take longer than others to develop that sense of trust. the trust which says, “come closer.” but when it does finally happen, it is so worth it!

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 day 29. this butterfly—well, i am not completely  sure that it was the same one  every time, but i like to think it was—has been so elusive. flitting about our orange trees, getting intoxicated on all the nectar from the blossoms for months now, but she never sat still long enough for me to get a picture of her. however, yesterday afternoon, our perseverence and patience paid off. littlest son came running inside and said, “get your camera mama, the butterfly is staying in the same place for a long time!” so i did. and here she is. she even let us hold her. her sticky little feet were so delightful and ticklish to feel as i carefully passed her to the boys. it was as if she knew we just wanted to admire her for a bit. and then she was off! she flew in and out of the trees, circling around us, “probably saying good-bye”, said my little boy. and then, just as quickly as she came, she was gone. i am so glad we got to have this brief moment with her.

ps. a certain little girl did not share this experience with us and was quite upset to find that all this happened without her being present.