I think I overreact immediately to things when they go against my own mindset. I, sadly, take them in the wrong direction and begin thinking negative thoughts.
Turns out my own presuppositions were incorrect in this case and I need to check my mental ramblings and rantings before they get out of hand.
I need to focus more in myself and my opportunities and my responsibilities. Enough of this casting stones at others. There is much I need to do to improve. As I am aware of that, there is not excuse when I do not take the time to accomplish it.
I know this is rather vague, but, it will continue to be so, unless I'm talking about family.
Ok. Out.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
disenheartened...
by the apparent lack of understanding. The Catholic Church, among it's many myriad of things, is supposed to be a center of social activity for the parish family.
If we start eliminating events, activities, trips, simply because they are social in nature we risk relagating ourselves even further to the 'Sunday-morning-only' mentality.
Even in the context of a social event one begins and ends the evening with prayer and does activities and games with a faith twist. But to inject fun, socialness, and that sense of community that used to have dances held on the weekends at churches, families milling about, kids playing games now seems more commonly reserved for a few special weekends a year, rather than the norm.
By deigning ourselves above such nonsense we are creating an even wider gulf between those who understand and embrace their faith and those who have a passing interest. We need to reach out to those and show them the wondrousness of the church - and, to be honest - we need to do some of that as a purely social part.
If the people on the sidelines start socializing with their fellow parishioners they make friends; their kids make friends and soon everyone starts relating their faith ona daily basis based upon the make up of their gorup of friends and they have a vested interested in the faith because it intrudes on every aspect of their lives, as it is supposed to.
But, instead there is a growing idea among certain people that if it isn't truly, authentically, 100% Catholic at all times, forget having fun, what's the point. It hurts me. My own participation in the Church my entire life has been on all levels - the social, the fun, the faith, the learning, the worship.
We cannot effectively separate out the parts. When we do we lose so much.
If we start eliminating events, activities, trips, simply because they are social in nature we risk relagating ourselves even further to the 'Sunday-morning-only' mentality.
Even in the context of a social event one begins and ends the evening with prayer and does activities and games with a faith twist. But to inject fun, socialness, and that sense of community that used to have dances held on the weekends at churches, families milling about, kids playing games now seems more commonly reserved for a few special weekends a year, rather than the norm.
By deigning ourselves above such nonsense we are creating an even wider gulf between those who understand and embrace their faith and those who have a passing interest. We need to reach out to those and show them the wondrousness of the church - and, to be honest - we need to do some of that as a purely social part.
If the people on the sidelines start socializing with their fellow parishioners they make friends; their kids make friends and soon everyone starts relating their faith ona daily basis based upon the make up of their gorup of friends and they have a vested interested in the faith because it intrudes on every aspect of their lives, as it is supposed to.
But, instead there is a growing idea among certain people that if it isn't truly, authentically, 100% Catholic at all times, forget having fun, what's the point. It hurts me. My own participation in the Church my entire life has been on all levels - the social, the fun, the faith, the learning, the worship.
We cannot effectively separate out the parts. When we do we lose so much.
Monday, January 4, 2010
One year and counting...
And so we've officially entered their second year of life, having completed the one-year check-up.
Wow. Over one year of having twins. Pretty soon I'll be that mom offering encouragement to new moms of multiples b/c mine are graduated from college. What a wonderful life this is, with two of them.
It hasn't been easy. In fact, I think it's getting more difficult as they become more mobile, especially as I lose mobility. My tendonitis struck with a vengence this past week, causing me to lose the ability to walk for three days b/c of my left ankle and right knee. I kept thinking it would get better as it had in the past, but eventually, but Sunday morning I could not move, I could not sleep, I had to crawl to get anywhere and even that was painful I realized I needed to do something.
Making the trip to urgent care by myself was probably one of the most bone-headed decisions I made, but I survived. I sat in the car for two minutes before going in, because although I had parked as close as possible without using handicapped spots, it was still probably 300 ft to the entrance and I wasn't sure how I was going to make it without help.
I cried, I prayed, I rubbed a rosary through my fingers, and finally forced myself out the door. I barely made it to the entrance and the very kind security guard plopped me in a wheel chair and got me to the desk. Once there, things moved very quickly and I was ordered to take steroid pills for a week to decrease the inflamation and do a follow-up with an rheumologist. At least it's not MS. What a frightening thought. Though, as with all things, managable should it have happened. But steroid pills are amazing. There is still a hint of pain and stiffness, which is a good thing, but I am able to get up and move around, for which I am very grateful. I'll be doing more rounds of tests and physical therapy and hopefully, before too long, this super cold weather will disappear and I can get better.
My girls are amazing. Today they had their one-year check-up. Skinny-minny Mae is in the 7th percentile for weight, but over 75% for height. She's such a monkey. She climbs up on everything, including out couch. She's walking everywhere and love to explore and meet new people. Eve, squishy, snuggly Eve is 50% for everything. She loves to look at books and play with our dogs.
25 Things I love about Mae:
long skinny legs
'are you watching what I'm about to do' face
troublemaker laugh
enthusiasm for french fries
the way she picks up slices of cheese
the way she holds her bottle nonchalantly with one hand
when she walks around with her bottle
when she yells when we put her down for a nap (not a cry, mind you)
the way she splashes in the tub
how she walks around the play mat
that she can stack three blocks together
the way she holds her hands to her chest while walking
the way she clasps/unclasps her right hand when she's concentrating
her side-smile
when she shuts her eyes because her smile is too big
that she loves talking on anything phone-like
when she steals her sister's nuk, just to steal it
her hurt face was a toy is taken from her
how she stands on the fence at the kitchen to yell at the dogs
how she always seems to have a runny nose
how pink her cheeks are when she wakes up
that she wakes up grumpy from naps
she enjoys rubbing lotion on her hands
when she randomly shrieks in hapiness
the way she reaches for strangers out of sheer joy
25 things I love about Eve:
her soft belly
the way she snuggles when she's the first one up in the morning
the way she puts her nuk in her mouth
that she still prefers someone else to hold her bottle for her
she can eat half an orange in one sitting
how she says "yaw, yaw, yaw"
she loves the dogs SO much
her deep belly laugh
that she plays with her hair, just like her momma does
she can walk, but only when there's something big and bulky in her arms, like a suitcase
how she hates to have hard soled shoes on
the way she melts when she's upset
the way she smiles around her nuk
how she hugs stuffed animals
watching her crawl through her tunnel
the way she sits on toys for minutes on end
the way she pulls piles of clothes apart and whips them onto the floor
when we look through books together
her greetings of "hey" in a very mellow voice
that she's a little shy sometimes
her birthmark on her big toe
how round her eyes are
all her teeth (ten at last count)
how sensitive her little baby feelings are
that she prefers just a diaper to clothes, even in winter when the house isn't that warm
Wow. Over one year of having twins. Pretty soon I'll be that mom offering encouragement to new moms of multiples b/c mine are graduated from college. What a wonderful life this is, with two of them.
It hasn't been easy. In fact, I think it's getting more difficult as they become more mobile, especially as I lose mobility. My tendonitis struck with a vengence this past week, causing me to lose the ability to walk for three days b/c of my left ankle and right knee. I kept thinking it would get better as it had in the past, but eventually, but Sunday morning I could not move, I could not sleep, I had to crawl to get anywhere and even that was painful I realized I needed to do something.
Making the trip to urgent care by myself was probably one of the most bone-headed decisions I made, but I survived. I sat in the car for two minutes before going in, because although I had parked as close as possible without using handicapped spots, it was still probably 300 ft to the entrance and I wasn't sure how I was going to make it without help.
I cried, I prayed, I rubbed a rosary through my fingers, and finally forced myself out the door. I barely made it to the entrance and the very kind security guard plopped me in a wheel chair and got me to the desk. Once there, things moved very quickly and I was ordered to take steroid pills for a week to decrease the inflamation and do a follow-up with an rheumologist. At least it's not MS. What a frightening thought. Though, as with all things, managable should it have happened. But steroid pills are amazing. There is still a hint of pain and stiffness, which is a good thing, but I am able to get up and move around, for which I am very grateful. I'll be doing more rounds of tests and physical therapy and hopefully, before too long, this super cold weather will disappear and I can get better.
My girls are amazing. Today they had their one-year check-up. Skinny-minny Mae is in the 7th percentile for weight, but over 75% for height. She's such a monkey. She climbs up on everything, including out couch. She's walking everywhere and love to explore and meet new people. Eve, squishy, snuggly Eve is 50% for everything. She loves to look at books and play with our dogs.
25 Things I love about Mae:
long skinny legs
'are you watching what I'm about to do' face
troublemaker laugh
enthusiasm for french fries
the way she picks up slices of cheese
the way she holds her bottle nonchalantly with one hand
when she walks around with her bottle
when she yells when we put her down for a nap (not a cry, mind you)
the way she splashes in the tub
how she walks around the play mat
that she can stack three blocks together
the way she holds her hands to her chest while walking
the way she clasps/unclasps her right hand when she's concentrating
her side-smile
when she shuts her eyes because her smile is too big
that she loves talking on anything phone-like
when she steals her sister's nuk, just to steal it
her hurt face was a toy is taken from her
how she stands on the fence at the kitchen to yell at the dogs
how she always seems to have a runny nose
how pink her cheeks are when she wakes up
that she wakes up grumpy from naps
she enjoys rubbing lotion on her hands
when she randomly shrieks in hapiness
the way she reaches for strangers out of sheer joy
25 things I love about Eve:
her soft belly
the way she snuggles when she's the first one up in the morning
the way she puts her nuk in her mouth
that she still prefers someone else to hold her bottle for her
she can eat half an orange in one sitting
how she says "yaw, yaw, yaw"
she loves the dogs SO much
her deep belly laugh
that she plays with her hair, just like her momma does
she can walk, but only when there's something big and bulky in her arms, like a suitcase
how she hates to have hard soled shoes on
the way she melts when she's upset
the way she smiles around her nuk
how she hugs stuffed animals
watching her crawl through her tunnel
the way she sits on toys for minutes on end
the way she pulls piles of clothes apart and whips them onto the floor
when we look through books together
her greetings of "hey" in a very mellow voice
that she's a little shy sometimes
her birthmark on her big toe
how round her eyes are
all her teeth (ten at last count)
how sensitive her little baby feelings are
that she prefers just a diaper to clothes, even in winter when the house isn't that warm
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