"For thus says the Lord: Lo, I will spread prosperity over her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing torrent. As nurslings, you shall be carried in her arms, and fondled in her lap; As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you..." Isaiah 66:12-13

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Home again, home again....

We're back from our whirlwind New England tour. We managed to see some old college friends, tour Mystic, CT and Boston, MA. Along the way we passed through parts of 7 states (not counting PA). We stopped at least 6 or 7 times to calm Amelia and or eat and stretch. I learned exactly how much I love PA drivers, whose idiosyncrasies are at least known to me, as opposed to drivers in other states, who may at any moment do something horribly unexpected to me, but something which is obviously a tacitly agreed upon deviation from the rules amongst drivers in their state. For example the tendency to come zipping up the entrance ramp at full speed and 'merge' without paying any attention to who may or may not be on the roadway already, and especially not considering whether or not you may be causing them to brake rapidly to avoid crashing into you. So much fun!

The trip was made even more exciting, from the outset, when Maria threw up on the morning of our departure. So we spent awhile deciding whether to go or not. Obviously we went, but we spent alot of the first day or so looking anxiously at Maria for any sign of a repeat performance. Aside from not eating much, she was fine for the rest of the time. But then Amelia, got sick on Friday night, and hasn't been quite right since. There's nothing like a stomach bug to make a trip more interesting.

We did manage to have fun though, seeing various ships and historic buildings, watching "Dory" fish at the aquarium, pushing buttons a the Museum of Science, riding the train with a stroller and two kids, finding the elevator at the subway stops, eating lots of good food (far away from the subway and it's "aroma") and generally passing out with exhaustion in the "number room" each night. We met quite a few friendly Bostonians, who we very helpful in giving directions and advice about how to navigate the city and find good food. We also met a couple with two kids, who are training to be missionaries in Africa. Even their three year old was learning French in preparation for their mission. Meeting such interesting people makes traveling that much more fun.

I could say more but I'll stop now, and let the picture say the rest.

(Pictures in separate post)

Mystic, CT

Row, row, row your boat.

Charles Morgan whaler.


Capsun Demo.

Boston - Day 1

Boston Harbor

Walking the Freedom Trail.

Peanut butter, jelly, and banana panini. Yummy!

On the USS Constitution.

Paul Revere statue near Old North Church.

Boston - Day 2

Outside the Aquarium.

A jellyfish, swimming.

Touching a starfish.

A fountain in Boston Common.

The view from our hotel, with musical nuns.
(they're kinda like that gnome)

Boston - Day 3

Bird puppets.

In the butterfly garden.

Leaving butterfly garden, checking in mirror for 'passengers.'

Boston Public Garden.


There and back again - shots from the road.

Rest stop.

Somewhere in Connecticut.

Rest Stop.

Stop Amelia from screaming stop.

On the road, again.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

It's a Wednesday.

Yep, that's right. Wednesday. And around here that means it was a crazy day. Doesn't matter if the day was actually a Wednesday or not. If it was crazy, busy, or downright frustrating then a Wednesday is what I call it.

I just started calling a bad day a "Wednesday" after experiencing a series of really crazy Wednesdays. Don't know why Wednesday are so crazy around here, they just are.

Well, this week has been a week of Wednesdays. That's right, a whole week of 'em.

I'll spare you the details. Let's just say, that because the rest of the week was soooo busy, crazy and full of surprises, today is even more busy, crazy and full of surprises.

Thankfully, tomorrow's the start of our vacation. So maybe we'll escape the world of Wednesdays, and find rest somewhere in New England. Or maybe not. I'll let ya know when we get back.

Until then may everyday be a "Sunday" for you all. :)

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

So Funny....

If you like Steven Colbert, you'll think so too. Or if you don't like liturgical dancing. Or if you have any sense of humor at all.

Just check it out here. Then check out the rest of the site. There's some pretty good clips (especially nice for those of us without cable.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Prayer Request

I just found out that the father of one of my friends committed suicide this weekend. She will be traveling to be with her family during this difficult time.

Please pray for her safe arrival, for the repose of the soul of her father, and for peace and healing within her family as they grieve this terrible loss.

A Day at the Park with Friends


Growing up.

I always amazes me how the little things during an ordinary day can affect you. For example, today, Maria said grace at breakfast and at lunch right along with me. Now she's been able to say it for awhile, but she's never actually said it out loud with me. Usually she just whispers it, or doesn't say anything at all.

But today she said it out loud, along with me. And I couldn't help but think how fast the time goes and how much she has grown up already. And I have to admit, it brought tears to my eyes, to see her innocence and joy at accomplishing such a simple thing as a prayer.

I said a prayer of my own at that moment. That she would always find joy in simple prayers, and that she would carry her childlike faith into the rest of her life.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Religion: A Form of Abuse?

This article says so.

And I suppose that the author would exempt secular humanists from the proposed age restrictions for teaching religion to the young. And what of Atheism, Confucianism, and Taoism? Are they religions? Or just philosophies?

And what of public education of children? Isn't it just the teacher deciding what the student should and shouldn't learn? Isn't that indoctrination? Couldn't that be considered abusive? Don't most teachers require unquestioning acceptance of their teachings?

"1+1= 2," says the teacher.

"I don't think so, I think 1+1=4," say Johnny.

"No, that's wrong," says the teacher.

See what I mean, very abusive.

Further, schools are violent places. Just look how many school shootings there have been. Surely this proves the point that its abusive to send children to school. They are told what to wear, what to think, what to believe and so they become violent. And by watching the violence of others, they are taught violence. So I think we should ban all schools.

HT: Matthew S at Catholic Dads

Friday, June 1, 2007

Lost and Found

Lost: One tiny band-aid, from Amelia's leg after her vaccination at 2 on Wednesday.

Found: One tiny band-aid, on Mommy's tummy (in bed) at around 11:30 on Wednesday.

At least I know she didn't eat it.

Ain't misbehavin'...

I found this article through one of the groups on Cafe Mom. (Consensual Living, Respectful Parenting, Non-Coercive Parenting, etc.)

Here's a quote that kinda sums it up:

"I think adults say a child misbehaves whenever some specific action is judged as contrary to how the adult thinks the child should behave. The verdict of misbehavior, then, is clearly a value judgment made by the adult – a label placed on some particular behavior, a negative judgment of what the child is doing. Misbehavior thus is actually a specific action of the child that is seen by the adult as producing an undesirable consequence for the adult. What makes a child's behavior misbehavior (bad behavior) is the perception that the behavior is, or might be, bad behavior for the adult. The "badness'' of the behavior actually resides in the adult's mind, not the child's; the child in fact is doing what he or she chooses or needs to do to satisfy some need."

In other words, when the child's selfishness conflicts with my selfishness, and that bothers me, then I am the one who has a problem and not the child. I am the one who has to overcome my selfishness, to be able to see their selfishness, not as bad, but as normal "need" fulfillment.

Oh, and because it's my problem and not the child's problem, I shouldn't punish him. Or at least I shouldn't use, "power" tactics to deal with the behavior. 'Cuz we all know that "power" tactics break the child's spirit.

Sounds great, doesn't it?