Little Flowers Luncheon
June 5, 2005
This morning before Mass, Theresa kept asking me, "Mommy can we go to the Thanksgiving Place today?" I did not know what she meant by the Thanksgiving Place. Finally, I asked, "What's the Thanksgiving Place?" My little angel responded, "Mommy, it's the place where Patrick was born."
Me: Theresa, Mommy wants to tell you a secret. Theresa: Silence Me: Mommy has a baby in her tummy. Theresa: Is it a girl baby? Please keep this little blessing from God and all my children in your prayers.
 When my mom was sick, she had a picture of the Divine Mercy hanging next to her bed. I would often look at it and say, "Jesus, I trust in You!" When she died, the picture we chose for her prayer card was the Divine Mercy. "Jesus, I trust in You!" has become a prayer that I say with increasing frequency, when I miss my mom, when I want to speak with her, when I am afraid, etc. If you would like to learn more about the Divine Mercy Devotion, please visit EWTN. Jesus, I trust in You!
My nieces' new dog explores a flower pot.
Do you have a friend whom you haven't spoken with in a while?
Today, I called and left a message for a friend of ours whom we haven't spoken to for a long time. We talk about him and pray for him, but we don't usually take the time to call him. He called back tonight. He spoke with me, with one of our children, and he is still speaking with my husband. I believe he was really touched to know that we still think about him.
Next week, I hope to call my 3-year-old's godmother. She moved to North Dakota over a year ago and I really miss her.
Our little boy had his 15-month well-child check today. I was not surprised to learn that he is the average height of a two-and-a-half-year-old and the average weight of a two-year-old.
He screamed each time the doctor or the nurse came close to him (in the past, he was pretty quiet). He scowled when the nurse blew bubbles for him, but he did stop crying.
Here is a picture of our flower picker.
On Wednesday, I decided to spend some time in our backyard rearranging the landscape which has looked a little strange, since we had two big fir trees cut down last fall. My children were all excited about helping me, except for my youngest. He systematically picked our little fig tree and every flower he could find in our garden. He would pick a flower; I would admonish him. He would help us move a few little rocks and then...He would pick another flower before I could stop him. After every flower was picked, my son returned to a tulip, whose petals he had plucked, and tried to eat the filament and anther. Last year, it was the squirrels that kept destroying my flowers; this year it was my little boy. I would much rather see my little boy delighting in picking the flowers, than a squirrel ruining my garden!
Happy Birthday, Whitley! We hope you had a wonderful day!
 There is something about the outdoors that beckons to my children year round. Whenever they are outside, they marvel at God's creations. They bring me worms, beetles, caterpillars, roly polys (a.k.a wood louse), pseudo-scorpions and whatever else they find. They notice the "little bells" on the hyacinths, the first tiny forget-me-nots, the cherry tree blossoms, the rose buds, the lupines, the colors of the lilies and the green strawberries that are always eaten by one of God's creatures before they can be picked. They climb trees, run and play. My children also sit on a piece of fossilized wood, looking at a statue of Our Lady of Grace, and pray. I pray that our blessed Mother, the patroness of our garden, always watches over my children, as they delight in the wonders of God's creation.
I think this picture of my nephew, finding an Easter egg, is absolutely priceless.
Happy Birthday, Claire! We pray you had a wonderful first birthday!
 When we first moved into our house, I set up a classroom. My classroom was my pride. However, last year it started to become an embarrassment. It was no longer neat and organized, as I had started to store non-learning related things in the closet and elsewhere around the room. Then, last summer my in-laws moved and our classroom turned into a storage room. After much pleading from my children, yesterday, I decided to try and restore some of our classrooms former appeal.
I had been working in the classroom for approximately five minutes, when our little angel came into the room, took an alphabet puzzle off the shelf and quietly started to work on it. Shortly, thereafter her two brothers came into the room. Her older brother started by helping me, but ended by busying himself with an activity from the shelf. Her younger brother squatted next to his sister and tried to help her. She quietly and patiently helped him to place the pieces he picked up into the puzzle frame. After a short while, Patrick tired of doing the puzzle, gravitated towards a shelf, took something down and started working on it. When he was finished, he took something else down and started working on it. Pretty soon, our two older children came into the room and busied themselves with an activity.
As I cleaned, I looked around the room at my five children and all of a sudden I realized that our classroom wasn't a classroom at all. Rather, the room, I was cleaning, is a learning room. Last night, as we were getting the children ready for bed, I explained to my husband that the classroom had a new name, the learning room, because our house was a learning house.
This morning, as I was eating breakfast, Brendan came to me and asked, "Mommy, when can we use the learning room, again?" I love little ears that hear conversations and embrace, in their mind, ideas that they like.
My husband and I decided to homeschool in order to help our children grow in their knowledge and love for God and their willingness to serve Him.
We started homeschooling when our oldest was an infant and we haven't looked back. Of course, that doesn't mean that there haven't been days when I longed for an excellent Catholic school. When I experience those days of longing, I am thankful for my rock, my husband. He helps me realize that one or two down days cannot erase the joy we experience from living and learning together.
At my mom's recommendation, I began by reading everything I could by and about Maria Montessori. My husband and I busied ourselves making and purchasing a few materials and I tried my best to implement Montessori's ideas, especially in regards to reading. Like many oldest children, our first child started to read at 3. She continues to be an avid reader today and our next child has followed in her footsteps. Our second daughter started reading at age 5 and quickly became a bookworm. Our other children enjoy listening to stories and are excited about the prospect of reading.
Today, our oldest daughter is fully enrolled with Seton Home Study School and she is thriving. She is a self-motivated learner, who loves to share her knowledge with others. In addition to using Seton's curriculum, she is also studying Latin and she follows her mother down many a rabbit trail. I hope her love for learning continues to grow.
I am designing my own curriculum for our two other school-age children and their younger sister (she is biting at the bit to read). Thus far, all but one of my children really like homeschooling and learning together as a family.
Our second daughter enjoys Reading, Art and Music. I have not succeeded in finding the key to sparking her interest in learning Math, Phonics, Spelling, etc. Some people tell me she is learning, but on her own terms. Most days, she does one subject and then somehow ends up spending the rest of her time reading or drawing. There is only one weekday when she focuses on the material at hand. On Thursdays, she completes all of her lessons (plus some) in an hour, while we sit in the car and wait for her older sister's ballet class to end. Sometimes, I wonder if the material is simply too easy, in her mind, and therefore not worth doing.
Our third child is very good at Math and likes learning. It looks like he will probably be reading fluently by his sixth birthday. He is my child, who I constantly have to try and slow down. He always wants to do more and learn more. When he is not inside learning with Mommy, he is outside looking under rocks or climbing a tree.
Our fourth child has decided that it is high time she learns to read. She has joined in her brother's reading lessons, much to his chagrin. She also takes pleasure in answering her sister's catechism questions and doing any workbooks she can find.
Our baby seems to be eager to learn, as well. He insists on a story before taking a nap or going to sleep at night.
I am truly thankful for the opportunity God has given me to teach and learn with my children. I pray that in guiding my children, I am growing in my knowledge and love for God and that I am serving Him well.
Easter falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal or spring equinox, which is March 21. Thus, the date for Easter will always fall sometime between March 22 and April 25.
Christ's Resurrection by Bernadette and Catherine
Christ's Tomb is found EmptyAnd when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalen, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought sweet spices, that coming, they might anoint Jesus. And looking, they saw the stone rolled back. For it was very great. Mark 16:1-4Christ is Risen! Alleluia!He is not here, for he is risen, as he said. Come, and see the place where the Lord was laid. Matthew 28:6
The Crucifixion by Bernadette Christ's Tomb by Catherine (2002)
Jesus Carries his CrossAnd after they had mocked him, they took off the cloak from him, and put on him his own garments, and led him away to crucify him. And going out, they found a man of Cyrene, named Simon: him they forced to take up his cross. Matthew 27:31-32CrucifixionAnd after they had crucified him, they divided his garments, casting lots; that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying: They divided my garments among them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.And they sat and watched him. Matthew 27:35-36Christ's DeathAnd Jesus again crying with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. And behold the veil of the temple was rent in two from the top even to the bottom, and the earth quaked, and the rocks were rent. Now the centurion and they that were with him watching Jesus, having seen the earthquake, and the things that were done, were sore afraid, saying: Indeed this was the Son of God. Matthew 27:50-51, 54Christ's BurialAnd when it was evening, there came a certain rich man of Arimathea, named Joseph, who also himself was a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate, and asked the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded that the body should be delivered. And Joseph taking the body, wrapped it up in a clean linen cloth. And laid it in his own new monument, which he had hewed out in a rock. And he rolled a great stone to the door of the monument, and went his way. Matthew 27:57-60Guarding the TombPilate saith to them: You have a guard; go, guard it as you know. And they departing, made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting guards. Matthew 27:65-66
Mount of OlivesThen, after singing a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, "My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not as I will, but as You will." Matthew 26:30,39BetrayalThen one of the Twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, "What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?" They paid him thirty pieces of silver, and from that time he looked for an opportunity to hand him over. Matthew 26:14-16Jesus Brought Before PilateWhen the morning came all the chief priests and the elders of the people took counsel against Jesus to put him to death. They bound him, led him away, and handed him over to Pilate, the governor. Matthew 27:1-2*Pilate Washes his Hands / Christ is ScourgedSo when Pilate saw that he was gaining nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, "I am innocent of this righteous man's blood." And all the people answered, "His blood be on us and on our children!" Then he relesed for them Barabas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified. Matthew 27:24-26**Christ is MockedAnd stripping him, they put a scarlet cloak about him. And platting a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand. And bowing the knee before him, they mocked him, saying: "Hail, king of the Jews." And spitting upon him, they took the reed, and struck his head. Matthew 27:28-30*First posted on April 11, 2006 at 10:20am **Updated on April 13 at 10:10am Updated Good Friday
 Above is our Last Supper display. Our two oldest girls made Jesus and the 12 apostles four years ago, using Seton's Art 1 for Young Catholics. The children have requested that we make new figures next year, as they would like to have figures made by at least four of them. We pray that everyone has a blessed Triduum! *It was just brought to my attention that one of our apostles is missing.
Catherine got her stage 1 braces, yesterday. She has four on her upper front teeth. They are metallic blue and metallic purple (i.e. blue, purple, blue, purple). She actually looks kind of cute with her colorful mouth.
Thank you God for giving us an excellent insurance plan and orthodontist. Without the former, we couldn't afford the braces. Without the latter, our daughter probably wouldn't be as accepting of the palate expander and the braces.
Her brothers and sisters all want braces, too.
Melissa Wiley is working on another unit study. This time, she is focusing on Chartlotte Tucker (I wrote a short review of these books for Saint Joseph Catholic Homeschool last year). We might have to reread the Charlotte books, too.
Please pray for my mother-in-law. She was rushed to the hospital yesterday with extremely low oxygen and high blood-sugar levels. She has been diagnosed with a very bad case of pneumonia. May Mary wrap her mantle around "Nanny" and may God watch over her.
I gave our little boy his second haircut today. "Daddy" took the photos.

I have been a little lax about our art projects lately, much to Bernadette's dismay. Yesterday, she decided to correct the situation. Bernadette pulled out Seton's Art 1 for Young Catholics and proceeded to do the project for Palm Sunday. She spent most of the day coloring, cutting and gluing. The result of her hard work can be seen in the picture below. I am very thankful for her diligence, as it will help me to present a Palm Sunday lesson to my children today (better late, than never).
 Yesterday, we were given a wonderful Palm Sunday gift after Mass by some new-found friends, the Cruser family. They gave us an egg carton, filled with plastic eggs. Each egg contains a bible verse and something to represent the verse. The beautifully drawn picture on the left was glued to the top of the egg carton. I hope to share some of the contents throughout holy week. The Cruser girls were so excited to share the gift that their family had made with such love. My children were very touched to receive this carefully made and well thought out gift. I am pleased that we have an excellent means of focusing our intention on the Passion, Death and Resurrection during Holy Week and on Easter Sunday.
My dad started his oral chemotherapy yesterday. Please pray that he suffers no serious adverse affects and that he gets well quickly. May God continue to watch over him.
 One of my fond childhood memories is of my mom making crosses out of the blessed palms on Palm Sunday. When my husband and I were dating, I made crosses for some of the children after Mass. The first year we were married, I made crosses for some of the children after Mass. The second year we were married, I made a cross for our little baby, one for my husband and one for me. Yesterday, I made 7 crosses (one for each member of our family). Dear Lord, please help us to carry our crosses without complaint.
I pray that everyone has a blessed holy week!
 Every First Friday, my children and I spend an hour or more, or sometimes a little less in Adoration. The children surprisingly all look forward to First Fridays. We have an Adoration (EWTN) bag that we take with us each time. It includes religious books, coloring books or pages, and crayons. The children are required to pray for the first few minutes and then they may choose to either read or color. We sing songs, depending on the season (Forty Days and Forty Nights was sung today). Sometimes we pray the Rosary. Today, I read the St. Bridget prayers (found at the beginning of the blue Pieta Prayer Booklet) to them and we all said the Our Fathers and Hail Marys together. While I attended to Patrick, Catherine read King of the Golden City to her brother and sisters.
What was Patrick doing? When he wasn't nursing, he was exploring the confessionals and telling me all about them, "Mama..." When he wasn't saying "Mama", he was pointing to the monstrance saying, "Jesus...Jesus...Jesus..."
I always leave Adoration feeling so happy that I spent time with Our Lord. Thank you God for providing us with this wonderful opportunity to adore You!
Brendan: "Boys are better than girls." Catherine: "They are not." Brendan: "Yes, they are. Boys become men and get married. Then they become fathers and fathers are the head of the house." My little boy still needs to learn that the heart is as important as the head. Maybe, I will have him read The Privilege of Being a Woman when he is in college. Bernadette (talking about some toy rabbits): "Mine are in Heaven and yours are in Purgatory. Or if you really want, yours can be in Heaven and mine can be in Purgatory."
My dad is at his doctor's appointment. I won't know anything more until tomorrow morning. Prayer to Saint Peregrine* O great St. Peregrine, you have been called "The Mighty," "The Wonder-Worker," because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you. For so many years you bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more. You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction. Ask of God and Our Lady, the cure of the sick whom we entrust to you. (Pause here and silently recall the names of the sick for whom you are praying) Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing to God, now and for all eternity, a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy. Amen. *The St. Peregrine Novena is from EWTN. I could not find my holy card with the same or a similar novena at the time I wrote this.
The weather was beautiful, so I decided to take advantage of it. Before leaving for ballet, I piled the bikes, a trike and a stroller in the van. While their sister danced, Catherine and Brendan rode their bikes in a nearby empty parking lot. Theresa impressed me by riding her tricycle back and forth across the parking lot. I had thought that I would push Patrick in the stroller, but he had other ideas. He pushed the stroller around the parking lot, watching his brother and oldest sister race. At the beginning of each race, Catherine yelled, "Go." Pretty soon, our dear little boy decided it would be more fun to run around the lot and yell, "Go, go, go." He is now sound asleep and I believe he and his sisters and brother will sleep well tonight.
Thank you dear God for blessing us with such a wonderful day!
The title is a saying my mom used to use and today I learned why. In the backyard, we have a tree that is falling down (the roots are partially out of the ground and it is leaning terribly). We are trying to decide if we should try to save it or take it down. Saving the tree would cost more than taking it down, but it provides us with a lot of privacy. That sums up our first dilemma. Now, let me move on to our second dilemma. I started the dishwasher tonight. It filled up with water and then stopped. It doesn't work anymore. Ironically, my husband wanted to get me a dishwasher for Christmas, but I did not want one. Ugh, now we have a dishwasher full of water and dirty dishes. Thank you God for giving us a greater appreciation for upright trees. Thank you God for giving us an opportunity to get a new dishwasher. Finally, thank you God for showing me why I should have listened to my husband.
Last year, I wrote a mini-review of Melissa Wiley's books for Saint Joseph Catholic Homeschool Group. This morning, I found that Melissa has a wonderful Martha Morse unit study on her blog. My children and I may just need to reread Wiley's books this summer, so that we can put this study of Scotland to good use.
I am so excited. Yesterday, I learned that our parish will be celebrating the Triduum (Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday) with Masses and services in Latin (Novus Ordo). Our parish is Polish and usually the Masses surrounding this special time of year are in Polish. I am looking forward to standing room only, as I expect most of the Polish and American parishioners will be in attendance.
Standing room only will provide me with a lot of company because I am rarely able to remain in the pew with our active and talkative little boy.
Dear God, Please help me to be thankful for the roof over our heads and not long to live somewhere else, especially when we find a beer bottle smashed in our driveway. Thank You for all that You have given us.
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