Our weekend

First of all, I must quote something I stumbled upon tonight that amused me to no end.

"Blogging is entirely about validation: your kids are so cute, your partner is so smart, your food is so delicious, your photos are so beautiful, your lifestyle is so inspiring, your writing is so eloquent, your projects are so creative, blah blah friggin' blah. Hey, I'm not above it. I need the validation, too."from chicken tender

Hey folks, I'm not above it either! I can wax poetic about how 'blogging allows me to reflect on the beauty of my vocation' (true) and 'it's a way to reach out and build community' (also true) but sometimes, I'm just narcissistic enough, or bored enough, to use the Internet to be validated by my far-flung family and friends.

There, I admitted it. I don't even think I am ashamed of that.

Okay, enough of that. Here are a few snapshots of what our weekend was like:

Saturday morning:
This is a dreadful photo. (Sorry to my hubby-photographer; he was wrangling a two-year old, I was breastfeeding so neither of us were disposed to take a good picture.) But it's of a beautiful moment.

A friend of ours took her final vows as a Third Order Carmelite in the Discalced Carmelites (aka the Teresian Carmelites, swoon). She also happens to be a mother of ten (yes, ten) children and a grandmother to oodles more, as well as an amazing pro-life advocate. She's very inspiring and I wept during her vows.

She's given her life to Jesus over and over in her radical way of living out her family life, and now she has done so again as a vowed religious. Amazing.


Later that day, we went to the fire hall and got a tour from my uncle. Noah loved it!

And so did I!

Given that I (coughcough) don't have my license (coughcough), you can imagine how empowering it felt to be behind the wheel of not just any ol' vehicle, but a fire truck! AND I managed to climb up in said truck with a sleeping baby in a sling... while wearing a skirt.

After Mass on Sunday we went to Martinique beach. It was so beautiful, and Noah declared "Wow, dat MY ocean!" Adorable.

We came home for naptime (and not just for the kiddies. Mama loves her nap, too!), a simple supper and then off to the Musquodoboit trail for a little hike. Baby in the sling, toddler in the Ergo. Oh how attachment-parentingly perfect are we?

And then we had ice cream at a little ice cream stand in town, because hiking and babywearing entitle you to scarf some refined sugar and feed it to your kids before bedtime.

I love summer!

Comments

  1. You did all that in the morning??? before naptime?? Wow. The beach looks beautiful. Also, this post cracks me up because it jumps so radically from the religious profession to Patrick in a fire truck - I am sure that we can find a connection.

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  2. Oh, Elena, no... we went to the profession and the fire hall on the same day, and there was no nap happening that day at all. Sunday was the beach and the hike, and the latter happened after nap time.

    I haven't figured out the connection between Patrick, the fire truck and the profession. I have serious baby brain.

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