A trip to the park with Eva often results in various surprised - and sometimes horrified - looks from the adults at the park (mainly it seems to be the grandmothers who look horrified... and sometimes they even throw in a concerned comment to me, passive agressively indicating that I don't adequately assure for my daughter's safety.) Is it that surprising that a not-yet three year old's favorite park past time is scaling every pole in sight?
Untitled from Theologian Mom on Vimeo.
And is there anything wrong with Eva wanting to swing as high as I can possibly push her?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
In the midst of all the other things going on, like Jeff being gone on a week-long retreat, hurricane-fighting, my parents visiting, and Jeff starting school, I had a wonderful surprise when I realized on Friday that football season started the next day! I got all the kids geared up in their ND shirts.
We were so happy that we made it through Hurricane Irene without any major damage. So you might imagine our surprise on Wednesday morning when Jeff opened the kitchen shade to see this in our back yard:
Mostly, we just feel blessed that we weren't outside when the branch fell. As you may be able to tell in the above picture, the weight of the branch and the saturation of the ground combined to make the branch implant about a foot below the surface. Had I and the three kids been playing in the backyard at the time, we'd have been goners for sure, since this is the part of the yard where we are usually located. But thanks to Tropical Storm Lee's extensive rain, we were stuck indoors, praise God!
Lots of low points, but we'll stick to the highlights of taking the kids to Mass:
Patrick: Waves to the statue of Mary as we pass by before entering the church.
Maia: Finally says all the responses and prayers!
Eva: One day, as Fr. Jim walked from the confessional to the sacristy in his cassock, Eva exclaimed, "There's Fr. Jim! And he's wearing his nightgown!!!!" When we told him about it later, Fr. Jim explained, "No, Eva, that's my day-gown!" Now Eva loves to call the cassock a nightgown because she knows she'll get a giggle from the folks around her.