The motu propio of Benedict XVI regarding the restoration of the Tridentine Rite is to be released on
(drum roll, please)
07/07/07
Gotta love symbolic numbers.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
You might be a Catholic toddler if....
... your mother thinks you have ringworm on your chest, but finds out later that it's just rust marks being left by your St. Thomas More medal.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Prophecy Fulfilled
Way back in A.D. 2003, in one of my Human Life Studies minor courses at Franciscan University, we were discussing the possible long range complications of the human cloning/test-tube baby debacle.
Call us naive, but we thought it almost comedic to think that the crisis beginning with Roe v. Wade would go so outrageously far as to justify the splicing of a human and an animal. Little did i know that 4 years later, this unthinkable crime would be a reality. Read on:
Human-animal hybrid embryos conceived in the laboratory - so-called “chimeras” - should be regarded as human and their mothers should be allowed to give birth to them, the Roman Catholic Church said yesterday. Under draft Government legislation to be debated by Parliament later this year, scientists will be given permission for the first time to create such embryos for research as long as they destroy them within two weeks. But the Catholic bishops of England and Wales, in a submission to the Parliamentary joint committee scrutinising the draft legislation, said that the genetic mothers of “chimeras” should be able to raise them as their own children if they wished. Read more....
Call us naive, but we thought it almost comedic to think that the crisis beginning with Roe v. Wade would go so outrageously far as to justify the splicing of a human and an animal. Little did i know that 4 years later, this unthinkable crime would be a reality. Read on:
Human-animal hybrid embryos conceived in the laboratory - so-called “chimeras” - should be regarded as human and their mothers should be allowed to give birth to them, the Roman Catholic Church said yesterday. Under draft Government legislation to be debated by Parliament later this year, scientists will be given permission for the first time to create such embryos for research as long as they destroy them within two weeks. But the Catholic bishops of England and Wales, in a submission to the Parliamentary joint committee scrutinising the draft legislation, said that the genetic mothers of “chimeras” should be able to raise them as their own children if they wished. Read more....
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Thomas with his Pal Heater
Our son has found a new passion:
Dayton Dragons baseball.
It's our local minor league team, and the games are super fun and very family oriented, which I love.
And we've gotten free tickets twice this season, which I also love.
And those tickets have us sitting right behind the Dragons' dugout, which I love still more.
And, for those of you who doubt a woman would actually pay attention to an entire baseball game, let me assure you that I defy all stereo-types. I mean, our seats are the target of many a deadly-speed foul ball, but that's not the only reason i pay attention to every single bat!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Rosemarie and the Rosary
Numbered among the most transcendent and beautiful moments in my life as a mother is this:
Nursing my sweet baby girl in one arm while fingering the beads of the Holy Rosary in the other.
Thank you, Lord, for this blessed life!
Nursing my sweet baby girl in one arm while fingering the beads of the Holy Rosary in the other.
Thank you, Lord, for this blessed life!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Of Mirrors
I want a full length mirror.
Am I vain for wanting to see what everyone else who sees me gets to see?
From top to bottom?
All at once?
If for no other reason than to spare myself the embarrassment of shopping at GoodWill only to notice that my favorite sweats are thread bare in the "back"? (Threadbare, people!! At GoodWill!! I didnt notice until i was in the dressing room, where, ironically, they have a full length mirror.)
Consider a brief moment of my life yesterday, when, upon returning some media to our local library, i caught sight of my reflection (my whole reflection) in their full-length glass doors.
I wanted to stop.
I wanted to turn sideways and see my profile.
Instinctively, I scanned my five feet and three inches to make sure my husband wasn't fibbing when he assured me that my shoes matched my blouse.
But then it happened. The blasted motion sensor noticed my presence and, wouldnt you know it, my hasnt-been-seen-since-we-moved-to-our-new-full-length-mirrorless-house-six-months-ago top-to-bottom image was ripped from my vision.
I jerked in shattered agony when it was gone.
It was then that I realized I'm either desperate, vain, or just plain pathetic. Is it so wrong of me to want a mirror? Is there a priest out there brave enough to direct me on this postpartum-hormone-induced issue?
(Upon further reflection, i find myself forced into reluctant gratitude. Our Blessed Mother had only Saint Joseph to rely upon for wardrobe summary. Not to knock the Paton of the Universal Church (I love you, J!), but Our Lord just didn't endow men with the same impeccable sense of wardrobe integrity as He did women. At least i have the occassional encounter with the glass door. Did they have glass in 1 B.C.?)
Am I vain for wanting to see what everyone else who sees me gets to see?
From top to bottom?
All at once?
If for no other reason than to spare myself the embarrassment of shopping at GoodWill only to notice that my favorite sweats are thread bare in the "back"? (Threadbare, people!! At GoodWill!! I didnt notice until i was in the dressing room, where, ironically, they have a full length mirror.)
Consider a brief moment of my life yesterday, when, upon returning some media to our local library, i caught sight of my reflection (my whole reflection) in their full-length glass doors.
I wanted to stop.
I wanted to turn sideways and see my profile.
Instinctively, I scanned my five feet and three inches to make sure my husband wasn't fibbing when he assured me that my shoes matched my blouse.
But then it happened. The blasted motion sensor noticed my presence and, wouldnt you know it, my hasnt-been-seen-since-we-moved-to-our-new-full-length-mirrorless-house-six-months-ago top-to-bottom image was ripped from my vision.
I jerked in shattered agony when it was gone.
It was then that I realized I'm either desperate, vain, or just plain pathetic. Is it so wrong of me to want a mirror? Is there a priest out there brave enough to direct me on this postpartum-hormone-induced issue?
(Upon further reflection, i find myself forced into reluctant gratitude. Our Blessed Mother had only Saint Joseph to rely upon for wardrobe summary. Not to knock the Paton of the Universal Church (I love you, J!), but Our Lord just didn't endow men with the same impeccable sense of wardrobe integrity as He did women. At least i have the occassional encounter with the glass door. Did they have glass in 1 B.C.?)
Thursday, June 14, 2007
"It fuzzied on my face!"
From the latin, "fuzzire," literally meaing to fuzzy.
A verb used to describe what a downy baby robin does when it brushes up against a toddler's cheek as he attempts to catch it while it's flying at him, petrified, of course.
A verb used to describe what a downy baby robin does when it brushes up against a toddler's cheek as he attempts to catch it while it's flying at him, petrified, of course.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Decadent Recommendations
A few nice things i've had the pleasure of enjoying in the past few days:
1.) Hershey's Chocolate Caramel coffee creamer by International Delights
Guarunteed to make even Aldi brew taste cuisine.
2.) Graeter's Buckeye Blitz icecream
Over-priced double dip in a cup. Indulgence justified only if you are on an eight hour mom's day out in Dayton and are the sole party responsible for your nursing infant and napless toddler.
3.) The Spot's Strawberry Pie
Nothing like a hometown pastry, especially if someone else purchased this ruby red delight for you to consume. (Thanks, Mama!)
4.) Waterbabies SPF 45 Sunblock
An unforseen result here, folks. I applied it to Thomas, and before it was completely aborbed into his skin, i rescued his burning baby feet from the scalding hot deck, and in the process transfered some of said sunscreen onto random parts of my otherwise screenless body. Splotchy arms and a toddler handprint on my thigh. I'll be sure to apply it to myself next time i'm not after an even tan.
5.) A husband that voluntarily emptied the dishwasher AND reloaded.
Yea, he's pretty much the greatest.
1.) Hershey's Chocolate Caramel coffee creamer by International Delights
Guarunteed to make even Aldi brew taste cuisine.
2.) Graeter's Buckeye Blitz icecream
Over-priced double dip in a cup. Indulgence justified only if you are on an eight hour mom's day out in Dayton and are the sole party responsible for your nursing infant and napless toddler.
3.) The Spot's Strawberry Pie
Nothing like a hometown pastry, especially if someone else purchased this ruby red delight for you to consume. (Thanks, Mama!)
4.) Waterbabies SPF 45 Sunblock
An unforseen result here, folks. I applied it to Thomas, and before it was completely aborbed into his skin, i rescued his burning baby feet from the scalding hot deck, and in the process transfered some of said sunscreen onto random parts of my otherwise screenless body. Splotchy arms and a toddler handprint on my thigh. I'll be sure to apply it to myself next time i'm not after an even tan.
5.) A husband that voluntarily emptied the dishwasher AND reloaded.
Yea, he's pretty much the greatest.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Summer Sunday
Feast of Corpus Christi and solemn procession.
Holy priest donning gold and scarlet vestments.
Rose petals strewn about the streets.
"Holy God, we praise Thy Name."
St. Remigius' bells of 1835 ring.
Standards of old this solemnity meets.
Back at home then, church domestic.
Toddler napping in the hammock.
Infant nursing, softly dreaming.
Husband fishing, deeply breathing
sweet refreshment of God's creation.
Noon sun warming, west wind cooling.
Ah, yes. Those are the makings for a summer Sunday.
Holy priest donning gold and scarlet vestments.
Rose petals strewn about the streets.
"Holy God, we praise Thy Name."
St. Remigius' bells of 1835 ring.
Standards of old this solemnity meets.
Back at home then, church domestic.
Toddler napping in the hammock.
Infant nursing, softly dreaming.
Husband fishing, deeply breathing
sweet refreshment of God's creation.
Noon sun warming, west wind cooling.
Ah, yes. Those are the makings for a summer Sunday.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Guilt Slip
I undid a bunch of hard work today, and almost cried. Let me share:
About four months ago, there was a great feature in Faith &Family Magazine about how to construct your own toad habitat. Toads are great to have hanging around gardens, because they eat slugs and other pesky critters that destroy your crop. All you need to do is partially bury a terracotta pot that's turned on it's side, fill it with dirt and grass or leaves, and make sure there is water nearby.
It sounded like a great project that Thomas would really love, so i tore out the article and pasted it in the May section of my planner so that i'd have instructions in hand when the right season came to undertake such projects.
May came, and with it, the construction of our very own toad habitat. We dug the pot out of our shed. Shovels in hand, Thomas, Rosemarie (in sling), and I trotted out to our garden and situated our toad habitat. Thomas enjoyed the digging and filling and leaf-picking, excited blue eyeballs popping out of his head when he told daddy the story of how we'd watch day to day to see if any leaves were moved, evidencing the success of our endeavor.
And they came. Cute little warty toads that would tease Thomas by hopping just out of reach when he'd toddle toward them, attempting to pick them up out of our garden beds with his chubby hands.
But there has been a casualty.
Fulfilling my life-long fantasy of being a country wife who hangs her laundry out on the lines on cool summer mornings, infant and toddler happily napping in the house, nut-brown locks of hair blowing in the wind all the while, i thought nothing could be more perfect than a morning like we had today.
That is, until i felt my right foot slip on something green and warty when i was headed back into the house.
With all this wildlife out here at Providence Cottage, there are bound to be some unintentional casualties... right?
About four months ago, there was a great feature in Faith &Family Magazine about how to construct your own toad habitat. Toads are great to have hanging around gardens, because they eat slugs and other pesky critters that destroy your crop. All you need to do is partially bury a terracotta pot that's turned on it's side, fill it with dirt and grass or leaves, and make sure there is water nearby.
It sounded like a great project that Thomas would really love, so i tore out the article and pasted it in the May section of my planner so that i'd have instructions in hand when the right season came to undertake such projects.
May came, and with it, the construction of our very own toad habitat. We dug the pot out of our shed. Shovels in hand, Thomas, Rosemarie (in sling), and I trotted out to our garden and situated our toad habitat. Thomas enjoyed the digging and filling and leaf-picking, excited blue eyeballs popping out of his head when he told daddy the story of how we'd watch day to day to see if any leaves were moved, evidencing the success of our endeavor.
And they came. Cute little warty toads that would tease Thomas by hopping just out of reach when he'd toddle toward them, attempting to pick them up out of our garden beds with his chubby hands.
But there has been a casualty.
Fulfilling my life-long fantasy of being a country wife who hangs her laundry out on the lines on cool summer mornings, infant and toddler happily napping in the house, nut-brown locks of hair blowing in the wind all the while, i thought nothing could be more perfect than a morning like we had today.
That is, until i felt my right foot slip on something green and warty when i was headed back into the house.
With all this wildlife out here at Providence Cottage, there are bound to be some unintentional casualties... right?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
It Could Happen to You
Just incase you never thought it was possible to get a Barrel of Monkeys tangled up in your scapular.... well, it is, just to let you know.
If you are 2 1/2.
If you are 2 1/2.
Monday, June 04, 2007
That's what pagans do
On the recommendation of others, we took our chances watching Mel Gibson's Apocolypto last night. And surprisingly, i wasnt as repulsed by the blood and guts as most people (meaning movie critics) thought i ought to be. But i wont now go into my defense of how i am totally sensitized to such things.
Pagan sacrifices and ravaged village scenes aside, i wanted to give props to Mel for depicting 3 family practices that i like a lot:
Co-sleeping.
Natural child birth.
Baby wearing.
It just seems natural and good to do those things.
That's why the pagans did it, and that's why we do it.
Pagan sacrifices and ravaged village scenes aside, i wanted to give props to Mel for depicting 3 family practices that i like a lot:
Co-sleeping.
Natural child birth.
Baby wearing.
It just seems natural and good to do those things.
That's why the pagans did it, and that's why we do it.
Friday, June 01, 2007
A.P.B.
Two quasi-urgent requests have come my way, neither of which i am able to personally fulfill.
So, I share them with any and all who might have greater connections than I. Here they are:
First, an excellent priest in the Cincinnati area is looking for an organist.
Let's face it, there's hardly anything sweeter than attending a Mass where the organist rocks out with some sweet traditional pieces. (Random memoir: When I was a young girl, the elderly organist of St Mary's Parish, the late Mr. Wills, would bust out some amazingly complex tunes after the recessional as we were all genuflecting on our way out of the pews. Hearing brilliant pieces of music that were composed and are played for the sole purpose of glorifying the Almighty lends itself to piety and adoration, doesnt it?)
Second, a recent theology/philosophy graduate of Franciscan University is looking for a job.
Being a grad with an identical degree, i know first hand that the pickins are slim for applicants in that field. I venture to say that any job obtained within one year of graduation is granted soley by the hand of Providence. But maybe i am bold in saying that? Let's all pray that the good God sees fit to place this young graduate in a place where she can do His work, and soon!
So, I share them with any and all who might have greater connections than I. Here they are:
First, an excellent priest in the Cincinnati area is looking for an organist.
Let's face it, there's hardly anything sweeter than attending a Mass where the organist rocks out with some sweet traditional pieces. (Random memoir: When I was a young girl, the elderly organist of St Mary's Parish, the late Mr. Wills, would bust out some amazingly complex tunes after the recessional as we were all genuflecting on our way out of the pews. Hearing brilliant pieces of music that were composed and are played for the sole purpose of glorifying the Almighty lends itself to piety and adoration, doesnt it?)
Second, a recent theology/philosophy graduate of Franciscan University is looking for a job.
Being a grad with an identical degree, i know first hand that the pickins are slim for applicants in that field. I venture to say that any job obtained within one year of graduation is granted soley by the hand of Providence. But maybe i am bold in saying that? Let's all pray that the good God sees fit to place this young graduate in a place where she can do His work, and soon!
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