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As much as I rave about Melanie, my favorite rosary artisan, you might be thinking I’m in business cahoots with her. Or stalking her. Or trying to get more free rosary swag.
Nope. None of the above (well, the verdict is still out regarding stalking). Simply, I love her work.
Last week I shared pictures of my sister-in-law Amanda’s Confirmation and First Eucharist celebration at the Easter Vigil Mass. Amanda is spunky, fun, and fashionable, and I thought this funky design with hot pink and zebra-striped beads would be a terrific gift for her (and perhaps a good gateway to praying the Rosary?). Isn’t it pretty?
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Let’s see. What shall I save for?
I received a lovely note from my great-aunt in the mail this week with a little gift for the kids. Letter writing truly is a lost art, and receiving a handwritten note feels like a gift in its own right, doesn’t it? The note was accompanied with two one-dollar bills — one for Lucy’s piggy bank and the other for Jude’s. Brings back great childhood memories of receiving cards and a little bit of cash from my grandma. Lucy was tickled pink to deposit her George Washington in the bank and even helped Jude deposit his as well. Note for future birthdays: a couple of dollar bills go a long way with the kid. And hopefully she’s learning to appreciate the practice of saving money. And bonus for me — less stuff around the house!
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Joel had deacon formation classes at Conception Abbey in Missouri this past weekend, and for the first time since beginning our journey, we took the kids with us. (For new readers, we live in Des Moines and travel to the Abbey once per month for academic classes through the deacon program.) As if I wasn’t apprehensive enough having two small kids with me in a strange place with paper thin walls, when we arrived to the lodging area, we were greeted with the sign shown above. Seriously? The family with a preschooler and an infant were placed on the same floor with silent retreat participants? Kyrie eleison, Lord, have mercy! I must say, however, the weekend went well, all things considered. And thank God our big little man is an excellent sleeper!
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Speaking of that big little man, hard to believe Jude is 12-weeks old this week. I get a little lump in my throat just thinking about it. My new favorite song to sing to him is a parody of Feelin’ Groovy by Simon & Garfunkel. My lyrics go something like this:
Okay, so Weird Al Yankovic I’m not! But I get plenty of smiles out of the boy when I sing this to him. And that’s all the affirmation I need! And if you’re feeling inspired to help me finish my parody, the comment box is open! Have at it.
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Great post. I think “real” made my day. Lucky you.
Thank you! I am blessed to be a full-time at-home mom to my kids. No place I would rather be!
Those look like the best rosaries on the planet!
They are, Mark! :) And I don’t get paid to say that.
So here are the original lyrics:
Slow down, you move too fast, you’ve got to make the morning last
Just kickin’ down the cobble-stones, lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy
Feeling groovy
Hello lamp-post, what’s cha knowing, I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me, do-it-do-do, feelin’ groovy
Feeling groovy
I’ve got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life I love you, all is groovy
Maybe something about “you used to kick me in my tummy?”
or “Just like a gyro, you’re super yummy”
Let me know what helps ;)
Thanks, friend!
Hi neighbor! Thanks for all your plugs for the “The Rosary Chick”! I ordered Aidan’s First Communion rosary there last night, thanks to your recommendation, and have had a lovely dialogue with Melanie now that she knows we’re neighbors. I believed she referred to you as a “one-woman marketing machine!” :-)
Wonderful! Glad I was able to steer you toward Melanie! I hope Aidan enjoys it. He’s growing up so fast!
What about, “Watchin’ you – change and grow”…
“Cuddling you as you grow”
“Kickin’ my tummy just 3 months ago”
…I don’t know what babies do at 3 months. Does he laugh yet? Coo?
“Listenin’ to you laugh and coo; hopin’ there’s not too much poo!” (couldn’t resist that one)
Jessica, you are very good at lyric writing! I should have called upon you in the first place. Very good. And yes, he is cooing and starting to giggle now. So fun!