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?
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!
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!
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:Slow down, you grow too fast. I want to make this moment last Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm (couldn’t think of any clever lyrics for this line) It’s so much fun, being your mommy… Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da. Being your mommy…
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.