The members of #cathsorority
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The members of #cathsorority
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
on Kayla on Lucy
Dress: Goodwill Shirt and Pants: JcP from Grandma P
Cardigan: Walmart, I think Long sleeved Onesie: Probably Kohls
Shoes: Ann Taylor via thrift Socks: Gifted
Nailpolish: Thimbleberry Hairbow: Faded Glory, also from Grandma P
I know I was supposed to post this on Sunday, but, eh, life, you know?
I've said it many times before, but Lent is my all time favorite season in the Church calendar. I love the focus, I love the songs, I love the anticipation of The Resurrection. I am not a cradle Catholic, I was baptized into the Church when I was sixteen, so Lent and Easter hold an extra special place in my heart.
This year for Lent will be my second year of not being able to participate in fasting since Lucy and I are still exclusively breastfeeding. I am going to make a true effort to eat meatless on Fridays and Wednesdays though. I heard of a family who would do oatmeal for dinner on Wednesday's as a small penance that the whole family (breastfeeding mom, small children, and Dad) could participate in, so I think we'll give that a try too. I'm also giving up sugar - I've been eating dessert after .all. .the. .meals. and I can already feel the withdrawal pains just thinking about it. I'm talking sugar in my coffee and tea, yogurt with anything but fruit in it, cookies, cakes, jams, soda, sweet tea, etc. Only for Jesus could I, would I even think about giving that all up.
Beyond food, I've joined several friends in reading "A Mother's Rule of Life" for Lent. It came today and it's taking all my willpower to not just read it all right now. I went old-school and got the paperback, but that link is for the kindle version. I'll also be reading a selection from the Bible and the Catechism every morning and making more of an effort to be involved in the parish, even if it's just attending Stations of the Cross once in the next 40 days.
Tomorrow will be Lucy's first Ash Wednesday service! I can't even remember the last time I was able to get to a service and I'm so excited.
Today though, today is Fat Tuesday and so I'm drinking Coke (and praying that the caffeine doesn't turn me into the worst human in the world), planning on pancakes for dinner and cake & sprinkles ice cream for dessert. Target has .the. .best. cake and sprinkles ice cream. Actual pieces of cake. Actual sprinkles. So much sugary goodness.
Still not sure how you're going to observe Lent this year? It's never too late. Kendra from Catholic All Year has a great post on How to Win at Lent and if you need some more suggestions, she's got 66 ideas just for you!
Linking up with the fine ladies from FLAP today.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Magic, The Gathering, I mean.
Ryan assures me that it is equally as nerdy to have been in the marching band as it is to play Magic. I don't know if that actually makes me feel better, but at least we're having fun and playing together!
I'm always getting on him to play a board game with me. I love Rummikub, Monopoly, Taboo, anything. Don't get me wrong - I'm horrible at them, I never ever win. But I truly enjoy playing them. I like to think that I would be described in a timeless novel as "jolly" or "good natured" with a competitive streak a mile wide.
Ryan takes pleasure in knowing my weakness - he baits me early and then with one fell swoop destroys all my players. After 6 years, I know full well he is going to do this and so far I haven't figured out my best course of action. Sometimes I try to jab early, eating away at his score little by little. Sometimes I go immediately on defense. The beauty of his tactic is that it works with almost any game we play - Monopoly, Magic, Rummikub, whatever. He must get his superior gaming skills from his mom, who can dominate a Rummikub board like no one I know.
I'm actually surprised at how much I enjoy playing Magic. And since it is a game we both enjoy, Ryan takes his time destroying my hand, allowing me to really play the game and learn from my mistakes. I held my own pretty well against him and my brother in law tonight. I have high hopes that one day I'll at least beat my brother in law.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Present Kayla would like to walk up to past Kayla, hand her her screaming baby, and go take a bath. Or go to the bathroom. Or make/eat/cleanup breakfast/lunch/dinner.
|Sure, she looks adorable now. But don't you dare walk away.|
Currently, the youngest Peterson is sitting on my lap throwing herself around, giggling. But as soon as her feet touch the floor, as they have the past three times...."AEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" It's not even a "WAH!" It's a screech calculated to make our ears bleed until she is picked up again.
Sometimes it's enough for her to just sit next to me, rather than on me. Really, it's not just me. She needs to be with someone, anyone. When she is with Ryan for the day, she's the same. He must hold her. He must.
She's been trying to get up on her hands and knees and occasionally demands that we help her stand, though she is no where near walking. So I know that this separation anxiety will last as long as it needs to, until she has become mobile and comfortable as her own person.
But what do I do now? My happy, rather independent baby is gone, even if it is only temporary. I can try to wear her as often as possible, is there anything else I can do to help her?