Joey and John Paul have been engaging in a fascinating new pastime for the last 2 weeks. It involves climbing to the highest elevation in the room and launching off in a semi-squat position and landing with a sub-floor shaking thunder in the middle of the carpet. Did I say I was fascinated? That’s probably not the right word.
Over and over again, JP in particular will shout to me, “Mommy, watch me jump! Look at this booty bomb!” (don’t ask). And over and over again I have to look up, cringe, and wait for the seemingly ankle-crushing landing after increasingly long periods of mid-air hang time.
Little boys are terrifying. And endlessly entertaining.
I have all kinds of reflections and thoughts rumbling around in my head about this and how it is keeping within the very essence of their masculine nature to do things that are bold, potentially life-threatening, and limit testing. And I just have to sit back, sipping my coffee, and wondering whether or not I am indeed going to have to pick up that frequent flier punch card that the ER nurse warned me about at our last visit.
(It’s been at least 4 months since then, injury fates, so I’d best shut my mouth.)
In lieu of anything more substantial to offer you this fine Sunday morning, I’ll leave you with some of my fav clicks from the past week. And, if I could beg some of your prayers for my grandfather, who is dying, I’d be grateful. Most of our extended family was able to gather in his home last night for a private Mass and it was incredibly peaceful. I’m praying he doesn’t have too much longer to suffer, and that he experiences a peaceful and happy death filled with reconciliation and forgiveness.
Onward to clickage:
Mary AMY (reeeeeeally bad with names, proof positive) from Motherhood and Miscellany (who I am pretty sure I met last weekend and who was absolutely delightful, if I’m remembering the right sweet face) wrote an excellent piece on a subject I’m mostly unfamiliar about, and, frankly, uncomfortable over. It’s so important to remember that our crosses do not look the same! And that something that I perceive to be a struggle and a cross in it’s own right (super fertility, to be precise) is actually, ironically, what other women are praying fervently to receive. Life is crazy.
This book was a gift in our swag bags last weekend, and while I rolled my eyes at the title, I found myself deeply and almost immediately engaged. I ripped through it in 3 days of bedtime reading, and I strongly encourage you fellow mamas to do the same.
This piece from Bonnie, recapping Edel and her own (identical to mine!) fears and anxieties about attending was so great. Plus, the playlist she compiled for me? Solid gold. Songs #1 and #2 are my fav so far.
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| probably laughing at something said by Bonnie. Photo credit: Kevin the awesome. |
This song is catchy and basically awful. But you know who isn’t awful? Hilary Duff. My little sisters and I have been fangirling over her since circa 2001, so please enjoy her really embarrassing return from retirement. (Props to her for not going the slutty n’ sultry route, however.)
Happy Sunday to all! May your day be punctuated by cold beer, warm sunshine, and silent children in the pew.
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