Sunday, July 28, 2013

C'mon, Catholics...

... admit it:  I'm not the only one singing that Barry Manilow tune today.


Question: What do you call three million people attending Mass at the beach?

Answer:  Son worshippers.


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

7 Posts in 7 Days, Part Deux: I Should Say Something

I have several deep thought posts in the pipeline that I want to get to this week, but how does a momma type one-handed with a baby on her breast?

Or, an hour later. having fed, bathed, and again fed that baby, how does that mamma, now poised with uncorked wine to embark on a"date night" at home with the hubby as our baby sleeps in his infant car seat in the middle of the living room (for what, an hour?  two hours?  30 minutes?  15??), how does she forge those eddies of deep thoughts that flow from her sleep-deprived psyche?

It is a rhetorical question.  A rambling rhetorical question at that.

You know the answer: those thoughts are shelved for tomorrow.  But damn if I don't post anyway, even if it is just to say: life is good.  Messy, jam-packed as ever with responsibilities and uncertainties, but good.

Do you remember Ferris Bueller's Day Off?  That is how I'm living right now, as I am at this keyboard, posting.  Because life really does move too fast; I really must stop and look around.

So I don't get to blog on deep stuff tonight folks, but there'll be a season for that, too.

And as far as seasons go, this is what I know:




Monday, July 22, 2013

7 Posts in 7 Days: Introducing, George Thomas

One month ago, George Thomas joined us on the outside.  He is the embodiment of joy;  I am awed by the blessings he brings to this family (even in my nearly sleepless nights).

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the reason why I have not posted anything in the last several weeks.  It isn't (just) that I am only getting a modicum of sleep, dealing with shared thrush (and can I just say: ow!) and attachment parenting an infant; I get lost looking into his baby-blues; I've pressed "pause" on life to just kick back in my rocker and breathe in his baby scent as he snuggles against me; I live in that glow on the faces of his older sibs as they bend to kiss his head or eagerly ask, "Can I hold George now!?"





There are thoughts to share from this season, however.  I am grateful for Jen's summons to get up from my chair and post a few.  Stay tuned.