This is a nine-month old blog post! I'm porting over social media posts to our family blog. If you're already "friends" with me on social media, you've probably seen all of this!
March 2024
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The fun this kid had running around a small farm tonight!
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The latest nightly read-aloud has the three boys pleading for multiple chapters nightly.
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Happy 13th birthday to Margaret! Welcome to your teenage years!
Margaret has so many strengths and gifts ready to bloom into beautiful flowers. She has a sweet spirit that prefers gentle media that isn't harsh, and she's not a thrill seeker. Margaret's best day would be spent reading novels, cooking, sketching her artwork, singing, and sewing or knitting. Quiet over cacophony, and one-on-one friendships over groups are her speed. She also has a real knack for helping the injured and sick, and she's always been the first to volunteer to rush with a sibling to the ER or Urgent Care during emergencies. Margaret works three afternoons a week babysitting a one-year-old while managing her school load and pursuing classical/operatic singing.
Margaret has a bright future! We love you, honey!
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My desire is to be an Instagram, accomplished, filtered kind of mom, wife, and lady, but apparently God gave me the role of letting me provide solidarity for women who are average with foibles and failings and who are running like a hamster in a wheel, but trying our darndest!
In today's episode, on my daughter's 13th birthday, I was at the Dollar Tree at 8:30 a.m. buying wrapping paper for gifts. In my defense, that was not because I forgot, but I planned to go then as it was my first available moment.
And in other positive news, today on March 20th I took down our last outdoor Christmas lights! I even set them on the workbench (where they don't belong) in preparation for at some point getting out the ladder and ascending to the Christmas light storage near the garage ceiling. Baby steps!
Average and below-average ladies, unite!
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The days are long, but the years are short.* * *
When Dad Babysits
(I love this!)
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A gripping biography of a remarkable Redemptorist priest, made particularly interesting to me because most of his priesthood was spent in northern and central California where I grew up. Highly recommend.
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John is also performing in the junior company EWS production of Newsies! Looks to be a fun show in April! Tickets are available.
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Our wee Tilly loves us so much!
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On this Good Friday, we remember three years ago to the day when Thomas was discharged home from the hospital. We went in expecting five days inpatient, but emerged a much-changed family full of much-changed individuals 132 days later.
At discharge, it felt similar in time to this year because, in 2021, Thomas came home five days before Easter--his having missed Thanksgiving, Christmas, and six family birthdays at home. On this anniversary of his discharge, we are also in Holy Week, so it feels familiar to me.
Thomas has slowly but surely grown stronger under the care of a dozen specialist doctors and their dedicated care. He had to learn how to roll over again, to crawl, and to walk. Since then, he grew to run, ride his bike, climb trees, and just a couple of months ago he became strong enough to swing along the monkey bars!
I lived with a prepared hospital "go bag" for a long time, but Thomas has needed hospital-level support during illnesses less and less.
In his first 12 months home, he experienced: 5 inpatient stays and 2 ER-only visits.
In his second 12 months home: 3 inpatient stays and 2 ER-only visits.
In his third 12 months home: only 2 inpatient stays and 1 ER-only visit.
We are grateful for every day and know that nothing is promised to us with any of our children. My advice (to my fellow mamas in particular) is to hug all your children close and enjoy the Triduum together even if your domestic church celebrations need to be simple, store-bought, and in a home not as prissy perfect clean as social media influencers convince us is "real."
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It is wonderful when a sibling takes over the entirety of dying Easter eggs either the little ones.
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