Mama-luia

I love hearing Noah say "We're having a busy day!" because often he says that in reference to, say, a day that we go out on our weekly grocery trip, do a finger-painting, read three books AND Mommy washes the dishes. Busy times, indeed. Somehow when I tell him as I get Isaiah dressed in the morning, "we've got to get moving! We're going to have a busy day!" he perks up immensely. The "busy-ness" could simply be a bunch of housework I need to get done alongside him and his brother, but so long as I present it as a full, exciting day, he's ready to go for it. So I give you, my "busy" life: Sunday afternoon. Isaiah learned how to do a flip with Daddy's help Watching The Piano Guys Taking a little breather after making a cake for the church supper  (which the church ladies even told me was "lovely" looking -- it was! -- and I forgot to photograph it!! And now the blogging world will still th...

Recently I wrote about my thoughts on strengthening one's marriage. I feel like I want to backpedal a little and explain myself: There is a phenomenon that I've witnessed where some married couples treat their children like second-class citizens in their home. Saying things like "well our marriage  is the sacrament," they justify placing their children down on the totem-pole of priorities in various ways, adopting strange parenting practices but with a weird theological gusto behind them because they want to just adore one another. That's wrong. So, so, wrong. First of all, sure the marriage is  the sacrament, but the children are the fruit of that. Do you think anyone ever said to Our Lady "well Christ is just the fruit of your womb?" He made her who she is, the Mother of God! Likewise, we plant a pear tree to get pears. It's great that the tree itself is pretty, gives off shade and overall comfort, but pear trees are for pears. (This ana...