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Nov. 20th, 2006 01:51 amToday has been full of it. Ananda and I woke up for Mass and went out in the cold morning, happily bundled up like south Floridians get, all giddy that there's an excuse for a sweather. Cold weather is a treat.
Mass was AWESOME. The earlier one was less crowded, and we sat closer to the front, so Ananda could see what was going on and not just be bored in the back. The priest there today was also easier to understand (the other guy had a fierce Russian accent, this guy just had a faint Irish lilt). He told jokes that made everyone laugh, and brought up interesting points that Annie liked my reiteration of. She sat with her arm around me or holding my hand while we stood, or leaning on me with her head when we were kneeling, the whole time. It was nice "us" time. I love the Catholic Profession of Faith, and the communion hymn was Amazing Grace, a capella. Which made me cry, though I didn't expect that. The dang ol' "hour I first believed" line gets me every time ;) After, we walked around a lot. I made a cross on her forehead with holy water, and then she automatically did it back to me, which was...cool. She thought the wrought iron, angel-esque, abstract sconces holding the water up here and again along the walls were fairies. She wants to bring flowers to offer. She is begging to take communion classes. We prayed about it together and I tried to briefly, simply explain my hesitations about Catholicism, and why I like it. Somehow a few twists and turns into the conversation later, I ended up giving her a generalized explanation of abortion, and it was kind of interesting to see how my rather unbiased definition HORRIFIED HER, like she had never knew such evil could exist in the world.
Grant and I worked the day away on the laundry room. He brought out pile after pile, and ran through everything that was in there dirty, and swept and steam mopped the tile. I sat and folded and hung all the stuff he brought out - for HOURS. We have a clean laundry room, though. And he did end up pressure cleaning the neighbor's sidewalk, too. I swept, did dishes, this and that while he was out at that. It was a really productive day, though my back is killing me.
Ananda, Aaron and Isaac were sitting at one end of the dining table eating bowls of macaroni and cheese for lunch, with G and I nearby talking with Jake and browsing websites (yes, we do that together sometimes). We heard Aaron say they should pray, and next thing I knew I looked over and they were all holding hands and taking turns telling God what they were thankful for. I was...amazed? Aaron and Isaac, holding hands? Voluntarily waiting to eat after spontaneously remembering prayer? WOW.
Grant made dinner, it was good. We all went up to his mom's after,a nd that was pretty good, too. Her mom is in town, Nanny as we call her, and she wanted to see the kids before she went back home. Mindy-on-house-arrest is like a whole other person - chubby for the first time in years, totally clean for months now, and around her kids daily the whole time. She's...getting sort of easy to talk to. It's interesting. I think I heard a rumor about her getting baptized, too - she gets passes to go to church with Teresa. Which makes Teresa go when otherwise she might not. I had everyone laughing hysterically as I retold some of Isaac's newest antics...like running around naked with his boy parts all tucked between his legs, asking everyone "Where's my penis? Where's my penis?" with a silly grin, and ignoring me or saying "What" until I get exasperated with repeating myself and then laughing and asking me "You said that a WHOLE LOT?!" Not so funny in the moment, let me tell you. But he's always the show stopper, when we're out.
Then we went for a long walk. I'm putting a huge priority on 30 minutes of excercise per day this pregnancy, and it's been walks mostly this week. We go at a brisk pace, at night, and it's been great since it's cold. There are few things I enjoy more than being able to see all of my kids wearing hats, scarves and little wool pants I've crocheted and knitted for them, in the cold. I was thinking how![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
babyslime would laugh at me, worried out of my mind that Jake and Isaac would still be cold in the stroller - they each had on wool pants, wool blend sweaters and hats, and socks, and it's "only" 52 degrees. When we can see our breath, that is serious business.
I made us all hot chocolate when we got back. Hot chocolate is one of those things that I enjoyed just fine instant for most of my life, but REALLY taste the difference with now that I actually make it. I get an absurd amount of satisfaction from making up a small tray with maugs of gradient sizes, right down to the 2-shot-glass sized one for Jake, with a straw in it.
I'm so excited that my friend Jess is coming down this week. I haven't seen her since my wedding. I don't think I've ever managed to hang out with her and NOT have a really really good time, even though we generally just sit there and talk. Sometimes we don eveningwear and big heels and go to Denny's laughing all over ourselves, but that is the exception, not the rule.
Anyway. There are 5 billion things I should be doing right now. Like scrubbing diaper covers and sorting all these socks that are no longer hidden in Mt. Laundry. *facepalm* In the words of George Thoroughgood, "I said but I'm tired".
Mass was AWESOME. The earlier one was less crowded, and we sat closer to the front, so Ananda could see what was going on and not just be bored in the back. The priest there today was also easier to understand (the other guy had a fierce Russian accent, this guy just had a faint Irish lilt). He told jokes that made everyone laugh, and brought up interesting points that Annie liked my reiteration of. She sat with her arm around me or holding my hand while we stood, or leaning on me with her head when we were kneeling, the whole time. It was nice "us" time. I love the Catholic Profession of Faith, and the communion hymn was Amazing Grace, a capella. Which made me cry, though I didn't expect that. The dang ol' "hour I first believed" line gets me every time ;) After, we walked around a lot. I made a cross on her forehead with holy water, and then she automatically did it back to me, which was...cool. She thought the wrought iron, angel-esque, abstract sconces holding the water up here and again along the walls were fairies. She wants to bring flowers to offer. She is begging to take communion classes. We prayed about it together and I tried to briefly, simply explain my hesitations about Catholicism, and why I like it. Somehow a few twists and turns into the conversation later, I ended up giving her a generalized explanation of abortion, and it was kind of interesting to see how my rather unbiased definition HORRIFIED HER, like she had never knew such evil could exist in the world.
Grant and I worked the day away on the laundry room. He brought out pile after pile, and ran through everything that was in there dirty, and swept and steam mopped the tile. I sat and folded and hung all the stuff he brought out - for HOURS. We have a clean laundry room, though. And he did end up pressure cleaning the neighbor's sidewalk, too. I swept, did dishes, this and that while he was out at that. It was a really productive day, though my back is killing me.
Ananda, Aaron and Isaac were sitting at one end of the dining table eating bowls of macaroni and cheese for lunch, with G and I nearby talking with Jake and browsing websites (yes, we do that together sometimes). We heard Aaron say they should pray, and next thing I knew I looked over and they were all holding hands and taking turns telling God what they were thankful for. I was...amazed? Aaron and Isaac, holding hands? Voluntarily waiting to eat after spontaneously remembering prayer? WOW.
Grant made dinner, it was good. We all went up to his mom's after,a nd that was pretty good, too. Her mom is in town, Nanny as we call her, and she wanted to see the kids before she went back home. Mindy-on-house-arrest is like a whole other person - chubby for the first time in years, totally clean for months now, and around her kids daily the whole time. She's...getting sort of easy to talk to. It's interesting. I think I heard a rumor about her getting baptized, too - she gets passes to go to church with Teresa. Which makes Teresa go when otherwise she might not. I had everyone laughing hysterically as I retold some of Isaac's newest antics...like running around naked with his boy parts all tucked between his legs, asking everyone "Where's my penis? Where's my penis?" with a silly grin, and ignoring me or saying "What" until I get exasperated with repeating myself and then laughing and asking me "You said that a WHOLE LOT?!" Not so funny in the moment, let me tell you. But he's always the show stopper, when we're out.
Then we went for a long walk. I'm putting a huge priority on 30 minutes of excercise per day this pregnancy, and it's been walks mostly this week. We go at a brisk pace, at night, and it's been great since it's cold. There are few things I enjoy more than being able to see all of my kids wearing hats, scarves and little wool pants I've crocheted and knitted for them, in the cold. I was thinking how
babyslime would laugh at me, worried out of my mind that Jake and Isaac would still be cold in the stroller - they each had on wool pants, wool blend sweaters and hats, and socks, and it's "only" 52 degrees. When we can see our breath, that is serious business.I made us all hot chocolate when we got back. Hot chocolate is one of those things that I enjoyed just fine instant for most of my life, but REALLY taste the difference with now that I actually make it. I get an absurd amount of satisfaction from making up a small tray with maugs of gradient sizes, right down to the 2-shot-glass sized one for Jake, with a straw in it.
I'm so excited that my friend Jess is coming down this week. I haven't seen her since my wedding. I don't think I've ever managed to hang out with her and NOT have a really really good time, even though we generally just sit there and talk. Sometimes we don eveningwear and big heels and go to Denny's laughing all over ourselves, but that is the exception, not the rule.
Anyway. There are 5 billion things I should be doing right now. Like scrubbing diaper covers and sorting all these socks that are no longer hidden in Mt. Laundry. *facepalm* In the words of George Thoroughgood, "I said but I'm tired".
