I Love Him

My baby is three today
and I know these days of baby teeth, a floppy body and public kisses
are passing quickly
so quickly
but I wish they weren't

I wish I could catch them in a jar like lightening bugs
so I squeeze him in my arms and snuggle him in my bed
and run my fingers through his golden curls again and again
and again and again
He is my Haven

This Mom You Know

How's that for a random Wednesday morning? ... My dear dear friend Steph called to let me know there's a post on her blog about the day we met. Check out this accolade to yours truly and Steph's psychedelic writing style.

True Feminism

Dr. Alice Von Hildebrand, alum of Fordham University in New York writes in The Privilege of Being a Woman:

"The new age philosophy of feminism, in waging war on femininity, is in fact waging war on Christianity. For in the divine plan both are intimately linked. Not socialism, as Simone de Beauvoir believed, but Christ is the great ally of women. Modern ideology wages war on the Gospel which teaches humility and that those who lower themselves will be exalted ... Christianity teaches that exterior feats are dust and ashes in God's sight. We shall be judged not according to our "performance" in the secular world, but according to our humility and charity ... One thing is certain: When the time has come [Apocolypse], nothing which is man-made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be reduced to a pile of ashes. But every single child to whom a woman has given birth will live forever, for he has been given an immortal soul,made to God's image and likeness..."

The Visitation

I was prompted to take the test I mentioned a few days back (see below) after visiting Rose who told me she was expecting. She looked at me with eyes aglow. I could tell she was hoping I had some news myself.

I remember thinking, "Poor girl, I am so not pregnant ..."

The reason I thought that is that my other two pregnancies were wracked with severe nausea and I've been feeling great.

So I came home and took a test in the off chance I was wrong. And I was.

I feel so blessed to share this time with Rose. I always think of her and a few other cherished gals (you know who you are) when I meditate on the Visitation as the fruit of the mystery is friendship. I always ponder how powerful friendship can be. How God uses it again and again to pour His Gospel and his graces in our lives.

God Bless you, Rose. You're throwing up and I'm not (yet) --- hah hah hah! (I don't think Mary and Elizabeth said such things to one another ...)

I Passed My Test!

What's the deal? ... I write a post on the Duggars (see below) and three days later -- bamm -- I pass a test with flying colors -- TWO pink lines!!!

What can I say -- I'm excited, nervous, scared, happy and excited, nervous, scared and happy.

So say a prayer for this little soul. And another for the soul within her.

I Dig You Duggars

I'm not crazy about their 80's waterfall bangs but other than that I think our culture has a thing or two to learn from the Duggars who welcomed baby 17 yesterday.

Did you know they are debt free? Did you know they live in a custom- built, 7,000 square foot home? Did you know dad has been successful enough with his own business to be home a good amount? Did you know mom has raised the kids to be selfless enough to pitch in and even cook a few nights a week?

And yes, did you know that after 4 years of contracepting, they had a child, experienced the miracle of life and decided to "trust God with their family size?"

I scoff. I snicker. I get grossed out. Even though I know all these emotions don't jive with my "beliefs." I still view kids and dependent creatures as a pain (my culture raised me to do so).

Why is it that even we "Christian" folk diss the Duggars (just listen to the moms at the park talk), but then we'll laud the single, divorced mom who fights for her career, throws her kids in daycare and finds herself herself herself again and again?

From what I gather, Michelle and Jim Bob (it has to be "Jim Bob") are doing a better job raising their 17 kids than most are doing with their 1.5.

And while I don't daydream about raising a football team myself, I do concur that the natural state for a happy marriage is one of fertility rather than sterility. I'm purposely not making any major statements on the ethics behind family planning as that is a pandora's box too big for this 2 cents.

I just thought I'd share the scary thought that perhaps in their smiling faces the Duggars have got it all figured out. And while we have better hair -- way better hair -- we're the quacks.

An R.S.V.P. to Every Annoying "Come to My House and Buy Crap From Me Cause You Feel Guilty" Party

Here's what I said: "I, uh can't cause I uh have a thing at a thing; a place to be somewhere that night cause it's hmm, [cough cough], hmm... a real ... hmm ..."

Here's what I meant: "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I hate that shit!!! No, I don't want to buy a$20 candle in your living room that I could spend $0.50 on at K Mart. Don't rip me off just cause you're a low-cash-flow-stay-at-home-mom trying to make money off low-cash- flow-stay-at-home-moms. I nickle and dime the best deals at ALDI; why are you using our relationship to guilt me into turning over my milk money for Mary Kay, Tupperware, Pampered Chef and AVON???!!! I hate it all -- nay I DESPISE it all.

Feelings hurt? I'm not sorry as all you representatives (and you know who you are) absolutely deserve it. But I do have a great idea for revenge. Get me back by not inviting me to your next sale's event (I think you call them "parties").