"You will be a better mom because you are a theologian, and a better theologian because you are a mom."

Is it true? In this blog, I explore the interplay and intersection of motherhood and theologianhood.

Monday, September 9, 2013

St. Joseph

Aside from campus being about twice the size it was when we left the University of Dayton, there were also some new statues, like this one of St. Joseph, which made for a good photo opp.

St. Joseph the Worker is the patron saint of my dissertation, and I trust in his intercession for it!


I love this picture of my baby joining his uncle John Mark at the piano. Kids love hearing people make music. They can't resist adding their own input.


It's been a couple of months since I last posted. Since then, a lot has happened. More significantly, a lot didn't happen, but that will no doubt be the subject for numerous posts in the future...after things have happened. In the meantime, people often wonder how we can stay so entertained with the kids in Iowa. When we were there this past summer for a couple of weeks, one of the kids' favorite activities was frogging. Grandma Kathy bought a net for Eva after we heard from friends of hers how much fun frogging was, and knowing that Daddy loves catching animals. Maia was the first to use Eva's net, since the frogging was done past Eva's bedtime. My parents live on a golf course that has awesome ponds with awesome frogs, but unfortunately frogging has to be done once the golfers have left the course.

 Maia and Daddy were successful on their first frogging attempt, catching the above-pictured healthy Iowan frog. Due to strenuous protests from Eva, we allowed her to stay up late to go frogging the next night. And boy did she love it. Below you see another gorgeous, and quite large, frog caught with the help of that awesome net.

 Maia tried to kiss it just in case it might be a prince in disguise. Nope. Pure frog. That particular frogging outing was a bit scary for the crew as some golfers were apparently playing in the dark and a ball landed in the pond where they were frogging. Daddy was surprised that people golf by flashlight. But the next day we had another idea...why not go frogging in the wee hours of the morning before the course is hopping (with golfers, that is, not just frogs). The key was to go to a pond on one of the later holes. Daddy wasn't available, but Grandma Kathy obliged, despite having absolutely no interest in catching frogs. The pond on this particular hole had lots and lots of little bitty frogs, and the girls caught a bunch, both with net and hands and no adult help. When they returned, they let Patrick play with them, and boy did it make that kid happy.