Inspired by Margaret’s example, I signed us up for the 40 Days for Life prayer vigil outside the misnamed Killeen Women’s Clinic. I signed us up for Tuesdays and this was our second week. We prayed all 20 decades of the rosary today. A picture speaks louder than words so here are the photos:
This is the final shot of all of us at the end of my hour. Three families were on the right but I couldn’t fit us all in. This was a vast majority of our homeschool group.
Read Karen E.’s 40 Reasons to Have Kids. You’ll love it.
Thirteen years ago, we were married at the beautiful Marsh Chapel on the Boston University campus (our alma mater). Our reception was held at the Castle, a beautiful old house that the presidents of the university used as a residence.
Happy Anniversary, dear!
My nephew, Michael, has a staph infection in his knee. He had an allergic reaction to the first round of antibiotics. They gave him a different kind but if he doesn’t respond to it, he will have to have IV antibiotics. This evening he is in the hospital. They had to lance the wound.
Please pray. This is really scary.
Matilda alerted me about the new Series 2 Signing Time DVDs. Of course, I quickly ordered them since we LOVE Signing Time.
We received them last Friday, but were unable to watch them until Monday. Here are the kids excitedly signing along. Can you tell what they’re signing?
What time do you think it is?
The ladies at 4Real were discussing whether they shopped on Sundays. Then, Father Richard mentioned it today in the homily. Unfortunately, that’s all I remember of it. I think God’s trying to tell me something.
We are in the midst of repeated showings of this movie. It’s a fun movie and the girls love the songs. Even Brother will sing along and dance to a few things. He loves to break dance and so the little bit of break dancing gets him going. I’ve wondered a few things though.
Okay, some silly musings. My son would like to go to New Mexico and visit all these people. It’s been a good lesson in trying to learn about what movies are really all about. He usually doesn’t watch movies with real live people in them just cartoons.
Mary Ellen has another great post up about autism and home education. She talks about communication and how difficult it can be for a child with autism. Then she goes on to give a few things you could do with a child with autism to help him develop his language skills.
Her son called her "Mama" for the first time when he was 4. She described feeling weak kneed when he did. Oh, I can understand that sentiment quite well.
We can get some pretty strong thunderstorms here. Once there was quite a storm going through here. Brother was in the tub but I yanked him out of there to show him the beautiful rainbow you could see from our back windows. He was so amazed by the site, he said with such feeling and awe, "THANK YOU, Mommy for showing this to me." It so spontaneous and so unexpected, I cried. Writing about it brings tears to my eyes still.
It’s hard work, but the rewards, oh, the rewards.
Rejoice with Jennifer as she celebrates the safe return of her brother from Iraq.
I know how she feels. When Ben landed in Maine on a stopover to Texas, I felt such immense relief. I couldn’t let the tears flow as we were right in the middle of moving–as in I was driving the U-Haul (and freaking out as it was a standard) when he called.
Welcome Home, John Paul!
On Saturday, it seemed that my washing machine had died. I let it rest and ran it again today. It seems to be fine if a bit shaky. I think the belts need to be replaced or it needs to be rebalanced. I know for sure that I can run really small loads so I finished the load that was in there by running it in 3 loads.
I’ve been wanting a front loading high efficiency washing machine for a while. I’ve just been waiting on my old ones to go kaput. Well, I thought I had the chance to do this. Then I find out that it’s 10% off at Sears.com and that if I purchase it tonight between 9pm and 6am, I could get it for 18 months no interest no payments. I could do that!
Sometimes, God has to hit me with a 2×4 to get my attention. First, I felt not confident that I should do this–I’m usually very decisive. Then, they wouldn’t accept my delivery address since we’re in a really new area. Finally, when I tried to get through to the customer service people, we were disconnected for no apparent reason.
Okay, God, I get it. Now is not the time.
Finally, as a side note to this whole saga. I need to remind myself that my son with autism is very literal. Here’s a very funny exchange between us.
Brother: Did you cry?
Me: No, why?
Brother: Well, the washing machine died.
I laughed (and felt a bit of sorrow) because the only time he has ever seen me cry is when Dave died. I also felt a bit of triumph for him because he’s learning to use his experiences to connect with what’s going on now. This is an important step for him and one I’ll elaborate more on later (I hope–I tend to say that and then never get back to it).
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