Autumn & Winter Meals

In my Daybook post this week, I commented that we have at last nailed down a 3-week menu plan that links to recipes and keeps my kitchen humming happily. I was feeling like quite the accomplished, organized Domestic Goddess. Then, I realized today that I had linked to the plan from two years ago. Duh.

Here's the new, improved 3 week plan, the one that takes into account which day is grocery day, which day is the day no one is home to cook but everyone will get home hungry, the one that actually works! I know this because we'd been living it for several weeks before I posted it. 

More PDFs available as time permits. Now, I'm off to conquer the laundry room!

Knock, knock, Jesus!

In the atrium, my brand-new three-year-old sings her favorite song: "Knock, knock, Jesus, who is there? This is Karoline and here's my prayer." And then, she launches into a litany that always begins, "I wish..." Try as I do to impress upon her that praying isn't wishing, she insists on telling Jesus what she wishes.

And so do I.

Lately, it seems that all I have for Jesus is a laundry list. "I wish you'd right this wrong. I wish you'd bring justice and mercy to this hurting friend. I wish you'd win one for the good guys. I wish you'd heal a mother's grieving heart. I wish you'd protect these children from harm..." And on and on it goes, my list on behalf of the people I love. The wishes of my weary heart. The answers are slow to come. So I begin to yell a little louder. Knock, knock, Jesus! Do you hear me? You said to ask. I'm asking. Where are you? Read the rest here, please.

Daybook: Settling In

Outside my window::

::it's dark, but four little boys are determined to pretend it's not. A football game continues under the back lights. They'll come in when they are very cold and very hungry. 

 I am listening to::

::girls making dinner.

I am wearing ::

::black yoga pants and a gray ESPN sweatshirt. Ponytail. Cashmere socks. (Are you praying for my sock friend?)


To be Fit and Happy::

:: I finally can walk and talk and breathe at the same time. Back on track this week. T-Tapping back into the groove.

I am thankful for::

::a month of meaningful October celebrations.

 I am pondering ::

::Gratitude in November-

"When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude." ~Chesterton

I am reading ::

::Actually, I'm re-reading an advance copy of Sally Clarkson's new book. I read it through the first time, without stopping to do the study questions because I was under a deadline. I can't begin to express how much I needed this book at this time in my life. Now, I'm reading slowly and letting it all sink in.

Sally writes: Every day, I hear from precious women all around the world who know the Lord, and are committed to serving him in their homes, but they are weary in the work of being a mother. They have lost their way. They have no intention of giving up, but they need something more to keep going. I hear in their voices and words the need for a renewed sense of the Lord’s work in the midst of their lives. If that’s you, I want you to know this year that God wants you to be renewed in him…he wants to do “new things” (Isaiah 42:9) in and through you. He wants “You…Renewed!” in your habits, heart, home, and hope.

That's what the book is all about.

From the kitchen::

::Mary Beth and I have worked hard on the autumn menu. We've gotten lots of recipes linked and made some PDFs . I'll add more PDFs as I print and put them in my binder. Paddy and I finally figured out a new grocery routine. Michael used to do all the grocery shopping but the Costco people won't let Christian in without an adult, so he can't just drive there and do it for me. So, I've been going in with Patrick on my way to take the little boys to soccer. I leave Paddy there to do the shopping and then go back and go in and check him out after I drop the little boys. That keeps Sarah Annie in my arms and not the shopping cart and makes efficient use of drive time. Besides, I think being able to grocery shop is a very essential life skill and so far, I've got three teenage boys capable of shopping for a double digit family.

I'm thinking:: 

::that the Halloween fairy might come tonight and take several heaping hands full of candy. Enough of the sugar rush already!

I am creating ::

::Christmas lists.

On my iPod::

::Well, I know someone who really hopes I'll download six new songs on the Taylor Swift Platinum Fearless edition. Hmm, what can I attach to the bribe?

Towards a real eduction::

::We've moved from Africa to the Holy Land. Oh, and we've added laser pointers to our astronomy study at Kimberlee's suggestion.

Towards rhythm and beauty::

::Mike and I are going to make a hardwood flooring decision this week. I cannot wait to get rid of my carpet which looks like I've potty trained four children and a dog since we moved in, and all of them had muddy paws.

To Live the Liturgy::

::I'm very focused on some new saints this week and on the hearts of their grieving mothers.

I am hoping and praying::

::prayers of thanksgiving. We are not moving! Big sigh of relief. HUGE sigh of relief. Still some other things hanging out there, but the moving thing was huge.

In the Garden::

::the kids planted two flats of pansies and 90 tulip bulbs.

Around the House::

::I'm finally caught up with the laundry that slid while I was sick. That's a great thing because as the laundry goes, so goes the house.

On Keeping Home::

::I'm going to be packing up things this week in anticipation of massive furniture moving when the floors are installed. and of course when I pack, I'll purge. Yay for purging! 

One of my favorite things::

::The smell of baking bread. Patrick is baking four loaves at a time, every other day. I can't eat it, but it sure does make the house smell wonderful.

Sarah Anne this week::

::It's just so much fun to watch her personality emerge. She's quieter than Karoline, with a certain sweetness about her. She's learned to sign "more" and "thank you." 

How's the burnout recovery going?

::I'm gathering some thoughts on depression. Perhaps a post for later in the week. Or, perhaps not. We'll see what kind of time the Lord presents to me.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week::

::Election Day tomorrow and a doctor's appointment for my little girls. Basketball practice begins so there will be some tinkering in iCal while I figure it all out. Christian is coaching Stephen, Nick, and Mary Beth so I won't have to drive to those three practices and Paddy is playing on a team with Christian, so I won't have to drive there either. There! That was easy:-).

 A  Picture Thought I'm Sharing:

About midway through September, Christian began hunting for any school that would allow a homeschooler to play basketball on its team. The Catholic schools flatly denied him a chance. [Ahem] But he found a small Christian school nearby. He went to check it out and Paddy went along for the ride. When they got there, they discovered that the basketball coach is the soccer coach, too. The soccer team was struggling a bit with a losing record at that point in the season. Paddy and Christian decided to play soccer that day. Christian hadn't played in six years--except in the backyard, which in our life is pretty intense play. He took the goal. Paddy took the field.

The rest is history.

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Heavenly Birthday Celebration

We had Sarah Annie's birthday party on All Saints' Day (after celebrating pretty much all week). It makes perfect sense to me to celebrate on this day. To me, she's definitely an All Saints' Day baby. And for the record, she was born on the vigil. I freely admit this party was all about me. First of all, it was small. Well, actually, not that small, because just immediate family is a good sized party by most standards and then we kept adding people, as is our style. But it started out as just a little gathering to eat beef stew (Sarah's only favorite meal), watch football, sing "Happy Birthday" and have cake. Along the way, it morphed into about twenty people or so. Oh, and a puppy. My dad brought his puppy. Puppies and birthdays go together somehow, don't they?

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But back to my Sarah Annie's birthday party. For nine kids and 21 years, I've always wanted a birthday ring. Isn't it darling?(Sorry for the blurry pictures. Apparently, my camera jumped off the playhouse the other day. But nothing bad happened to it, Mom. I promise! Yeah, right, nothing. Except that it doesn't work the way it used to work.)

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And then, this is the cake I thought about during delivery (no, kidding--as soon as I was sure I wasn't going to die, I started planning a party:-). It's a hazelnut cake with chocolate ganache filling and French buttercream frosting. Doesn't everyone have a nut and chocolate cake for a first birthday?

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We were surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses last year during a tricky pregnancy and delivery. Some special ones are represented here. These are all the saints who kept me company, all the ones whose prayers were inside that pretty pink binder I kept with me at all times.

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(Bl. John Paul the Great, St. Gianna Molla, St. Anne)


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(Our Lady of Guadalupe (in the blue green), St. Joseph, St. Therese, St. Gerard)

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(St. Gerard, St. Padre Pio, St. Sarah)

Sarah Annie had a wonderful time at her party. She seemed to love being the center of attention and she especially enjoyed the singing of "Happy Birthday," which is a great thing because Karoline is still singing it today:-). 

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Many, many thanks to Tammy at Catholic Folk Toys for creating such beautiful dolls. I contacted her during the summer and she was lovely and gracious and very willing to fill special orders so that Sarah Annie now has a basket full of  replicas of very dear and holy friends.

Blessed Birthday, Sarah Anne!

DSC_0057It's shortly after midnight on October 31st. And I'm awake. I've promised that I won't spend this day reliving the fear of the same day last year. And I won't spend it reliving the pain. Instead, I will spend it celebrating the joy of my little girl and the great gift of grace. And so I will ramble along a bit with you as I greet this day.

We call her Sarah Annie. It was Karoline who first giggled the name and no one says it quite so adorably as she does. But we all say it. If not the whole thing, more often than not she is called "Annie." It just suits her.    DSC_0039

I remember  when I first saw her without the tubes and wires. She was all dressed in tiny preemie clothes in the NICU and she looked to me to be even more vulnerable than she did when every breath was measured. Sweet, tiny baby, she was all mine to hold and before long, to take home. Her homecoming was a surprise. Mary Beth and I carried her ever so gently to the car and I think we both held our breath, all the way home, while counting every single breath Sarah Annie took.

She was so little she fit neatly into a doll basket. The doll looked big beside her.  

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Not any more.

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I know she's likely my last baby and yet, I don't for a moment want to stop time with her. Let's be very clear: I'm sad to think that there will be no babies in this house, but those are thoughts for another day. I'm not sad at all that Sarah Annie is growing and changing. I've delighted in every new gurgle and coo, every single milestone. She's darling and with every day, she becomes even more dear. Babies grow and change so much the first year; it's a privilege and a blessing to begin to get a glimpse of the person they are. I'm happy to be looking forward to getting to know my Sarah Annie even better in the coming year.

My favorite milestone (so far)  was the day she really, really smiled. She took her time figuring out the whole smile thing (kind of like the eating thing, and the breathing thing, and the keeping oneself warm thing), and there were concerns that she wasn't really seeing us or that she couldn't respond. Every day, a dozen times a day or more, I'd pray that she would smile. Just let me know she's there and she's happy. Please reassure me that all is well. And then one day, that happy grin bubbled up from her sweet heart and she blessed us immensely with her smile. There were dimples! Oh those dimples! For a moment, I thought of the little bandaids that held the tubes across her cheeks in the NICU. Did dimples magically grow beneath them? Probably not, but we never discount the possibility of fairy dust around here and those dimples are the stuff of fairy tales.

A graduate of Kangaroo Care, Sarah Annie loves to snuggle. She tucks her head under my chin and melts in my heart. She likes to sleep that way. Actually, that's pretty much the only way she likes to sleep. Someday, I'm going to miss that. Right now, I'm just plain happy to have her there, even if I am perpetually tired. It's nice to easily make the world peaceful for our little love. 

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She doesn't crawl yet, though she does scoot a bit ever so slowly on her bottom. If we put her down and wait for her to crawl, she protests. Loudly and with authority. No one here can stand to hear her fuss. And so, she gets scooped up and entertained and spoiled just a little. She likes to pull herself to standing and I know it won't be long before she lets go and then propels herself into the great big world. Sarah Annie will smile at the world. I know she will. All those smile prayers are still answered every day. Smile, Sarah Annie. The whole world smiles with you. 

Happy, happy birthday, baby mine.