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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Would you mind?

We've been presented with an opportunity that is alternately exciting and (for me especially) terrifying. Choices must be made quickly, and there will be a considerable investment in time and money if we go one way, and a considerable...well, disappointment if we don't.

But what I need from you, please, is prayer, much prayer. Especially because while I think we can conjure up the time, the money is a definite problem.

Sorry to be cryptic. Have to run -- details to follow!

--Sparki

Monday, August 28, 2006

"Our hearts were made for You, O Lord..."

Our hearts were made for You, O Lord, and they are restless until they rest in you. – St. Augustine

Amy Welborn reminds us why we all should read read St. Augustine's Confessions and also waxes eloquent on how his relationship with his mother, St. Monica, is significant even to this day.

The Holy Father likewise commends us all to observe this relationship and seek the prayers of both as we parent through difficult situations.

St. Monica and St. Augustine, pray for us!

--Sparki

Friday, August 25, 2006

Plan B Idiocy

I was pretty sure that Plan B would be available over-the-counter and now it is.

But I do find it rather preposterous that proponents are out there saying "It prevents fertilization, it doesn't cause abortion!"

Idiots. Sperm reaches an egg usually in 2-6 hours, depending on the egg's location. How many women are going to take this pill IMMEDIATELY after sex? Indeed, the moniker "Morning-After Pill" implies you can have sex, the condom can break (or maybe you're out of condoms), then you can have your pillow talk and cuddling, go to sleep, and in the morning stop by the pharmacy on your way to work to pick up Plan B and pop it before you've sat down in your cubicle.

By then, the egg is already fertilized and it's not an egg any more. It's another human being with his/her own DNA, possibly the opposite gender, blood type, etc., from you.

So what Plan B does is actually hasten the death of this unique human being by preventing him/her from getting oxygen and nutrients via implantation in his/her mother's womb. And that, friends, is abortion.

--Sparki

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

First day of school

It was Edyn’s first day of preschool at our parish school. She took such care in picking out her clothes – khaki capris, a light blue t-shirt with an appliquéd butterfly, and a butterfly pony-tail holder (butterflies to match her “new” butterfly shoes that light up when she walks).

Edyn has the same teacher Zooey had when the preschool program was launched three years ago – a grandmotherly type who thinks reading is the best thing in the world. After getting out at noon, Edyn reported that she already had some new friends and got a stamp on her hand for being good.

I did mist up a little as I dropped her off, but only because she seemed so grown up the way she introduced herself to other little girls and shared a puzzle with one of them. This is Edyn, who used to be so shy!

Oh, and word to any other parent who hasn’t yet taken their child to the first day of school: please do NOT allow yourself to cry in front of your child if you intend on him/her staying without you and having a good day. One dad, all six-foot-something of him sobbed and it’s just no wonder that his daughter clung to mama’s shirt and then after they left, ran out in the hall to find them. She was really trying to be brave, but if Daddy was so frightened, there must be something wrong with leaving her there!

Like I said, I felt overcome with emotion, too, but I made it outside before tears rolled down my cheeks. And yeah, I circled back to peek in the window and make sure Edyn was doing okay. (She was.) But at least I didn’t terrify her.

Zooey headed into second grade with his jaw set and his spine straight. He admitted to being a little nervous a few days ago, but I reminded him that he didn’t have to know everything they covered in second grade on the first day. The teacher and I and his dad all expect him to not know that stuff – that’s why we are sending him to school.

We’d popped in to meet the teacher and survey the room yesterday, so he was pretty confident. The teacher remembered Zooey from last year as “the one who likes to read.” She asked if he’d done much over the summer and I nodded. “Summer reading program at the library, a library book club with his dad on Monday nights, and he’s on the last book of the Chronicles of Narnia series and just finished the first Harry Potter.”

I’m not bragging. I’m very proud of what a reader Zooey is, but it’s not bragging because the teacher needs to know his reading level.

She did look a bit amazed. “I’m going to have to find a way to challenge him.”

Knowing Zooey’s love for reading is deep, I shook my head. “The real challenge is getting him to put the books down and learn other subjects,” I said. “He’s been known to sneak peeks at books in his desk.”

That wasn’t an issue in first grade. The teacher predominantly focused on teaching kids to read, and since Zooey was already reading when the year started, she gave him permission to read more advanced books on his own while she was instructing the other kids. But I knew it would be an issue for this teacher. She’s got a reputation for accomplishing a lot with the second graders. Not only do they do all the academics required by state mandate, they usually exceed them. Plus they have a lot of religion on top of the academics, because they make their first Penance and first Communion in the spring.

And you know what? As hard as she pushes the kids, they adore her. She’s the teacher that the kids hug goodbye before Christmas break because they're going to miss her. I think it’s a fabulous sign when the kids, the parents and the faculty all hold a teacher in high esteem. I’m so glad that Zooey has her this year…and I hope that she’ll stick with our school for my girls.

All in all, I think we’re going to have a great school year.

Oh, and just a quick note on home schooling: I’m a big fan of home schooling and I enthusiastically applaud the families who take on this vocation. For my husband and I as still-recent converts to Catholicism, we felt it was important to put our kids in our excellent parish school to help us train them up in the faith. This school is a leader in academic scores throughout the city, too, so we believe our children are getting the very best education there. If our circumstances were different, we’d likely choose to home school. So please don’t be miffed with me that I’m not educating my kids at home.

--Sparki

First day of school

It was Edyn’s first day of preschool at our parish school. She took such care in picking out her clothes – khaki capris, a light blue t-shirt with an appliquéd butterfly, and a butterfly pony-tail holder (butterflies to match her “new” butterfly shoes that light up when she walks).

Edyn has the same teacher Zooey had when the preschool program was launched three years ago – a grandmotherly type who thinks reading is the best thing in the world. After getting out at noon, Edyn reported that she already had some new friends and got a stamp on her hand for being good.

I did mist up a little as I dropped her off, but only because she seemed so grown up the way she introduced herself to other little girls and shared a puzzle with one of them. This is Edyn, who used to be so shy!

Oh, and word to any other parent who hasn’t yet taken their child to the first day of school: please do NOT allow yourself to cry in front of your child if you intend on him/her staying without you and having a good day. One dad, all six-foot-something of him sobbed and it’s just no wonder that his daughter clung to mama’s shirt and then after they left, ran out in the hall to find them. She was really trying to be brave, but if Daddy was so frightened, there must be something wrong with leaving her there!

Like I said, I felt overcome with emotion, too, but I made it outside before tears rolled down my cheeks. And yeah, I circled back to peek in the window and make sure Edyn was doing okay. (She was.) But at least I didn’t terrify her.

Zooey headed into second grade with his jaw set and his spine straight. He admitted to being a little nervous a few days ago, but I reminded him that he didn’t have to know everything they covered in second grade on the first day. The teacher and I and his dad all expect him to not know that stuff – that’s why we are sending him to school.

We’d popped in to meet the teacher and survey the room yesterday, so he was pretty confident. The teacher remembered Zooey from last year as “the one who likes to read.” She asked if he’d done much over the summer and I nodded. “Summer reading program at the library, a library book club with his dad on Monday nights, and he’s on the last book of the Chronicles of Narnia series and just finished the first Harry Potter.”

I’m not bragging. I’m very proud of what a reader Zooey is, but it’s not bragging because the teacher needs to know his reading level.

She did look a bit amazed. “I’m going to have to find a way to challenge him.”

Knowing Zooey’s love for reading is deep, I shook my head. “The real challenge is getting him to put the books down and learn other subjects,” I said. “He’s been known to sneak peeks at books in his desk.”

That wasn’t an issue in first grade. The teacher predominantly focused on teaching kids to read, and since Zooey was already reading when the year started, she gave him permission to read more advanced books on his own while she was instructing the other kids. But I knew it would be an issue for this teacher. She’s got a reputation for accomplishing a lot with the second graders. Not only do they do all the academics required by state mandate, they usually exceed them. Plus they have a lot of religion on top of the academics, because they make their first Penance and first Communion in the spring.

And you know what? As hard as she pushes the kids, they adore her. She’s the teacher that the kids hug goodbye before Christmas break because they're going to miss her. I think it’s a fabulous sign when the kids, the parents and the faculty all hold a teacher in high esteem. I’m so glad that Zooey has her this year…and I hope that she’ll stick with our school for my girls.

All in all, I think we’re going to have a great school year.

Oh, and just a quick note on home schooling: I’m a big fan of home schooling and I enthusiastically applaud the families who take on this vocation. For my husband and I as still-recent converts to Catholicism, we felt it was important to put our kids in our excellent parish school to help us train them up in the faith. This school is a leader in academic scores throughout the city, too, so we believe our children are getting the very best education there. If our circumstances were different, we’d likely choose to home school. So please don’t be miffed with me that I’m not educating my kids at home.

--Sparki

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Yes, I love technology...

Hooray! The Compendium of the Catechism of the Catholic Church is finally on-line in English!

This is a very good resource, so if you haven't already, do check it out. It's very good for answering questions about the faith posed by your kids, your non-Catholic relatives and friends, the skeptic in the next cubicle, whomever.

--Sparki

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Rest in Peace, Fr. Sheehy...

One of our very recently retired priests, Fr. Sheehy, died last night. The Feast of the Assumption -- can't miss the significance there. He was a great priest and the folks of his last parish just threw a big retirement bash for him. Please say a prayer for his soul.

Thanks.

--Sparki

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The priest who loved Timothy McVeigh to the end

Interesting article from CNS about the Catholic priest who ministered to Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh to his last moments. Other clergymen had tried and failed, and McVeigh reacted violently to Father Smith when first approached, but this dear priest, who had suffered ethnic discrimination as a child, simply loved and kept loving.

One must hope that Timothy McVeigh, guilty as he was, was reconciled to God before his execution.

--Sparki

I've been memed!

I don't think I've ever been memed before, so this was new to me. And I'm late doing it, as I missed it over Quo Vadem Ed Ad Quid?. Thanks, Jeff -- this was fun!

1. One book that changed your life:

Whew...at which point in my life? I’ve had several turning points in my life. Hinds Feet on High Places and Mere Christianity were crucial to my early days as a Christian. On Being Catholic and Evangelical is Not Enough by Thomas Howard and Dancing Alone: The Quest for Orthodox Faith in the Age of False Religion by Frank Schaeffer were instrumental in my journey to Catholicism.

But if I absolutely only can pick one, it must be To Kill a Mockingbird because it’s the one that made me want to be a writer and believe that I could be a writer.

2. One book that you’ve read more than once:

Aaaaaack! I’ve read so many books more than once, including most of the ones mentioned in the last question. Only one again? I guess I’d have to pick the one that I’ve read most often, which again would be To Kill a Mockingbird (I’ve read it every year since I was 8).

3. One book you’d want on a desert island:

A huge tome of Catholic prayers and psalms, as I imagine I would have much time to pray.

4. One book that made you laugh:

Emma by Jane Austen, a delightful look at human nature.

5. One book that made you cry:

A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis.

6. One book that you wish had been written:

Catholic Parenting for Converts. I know there are lots of good Catholic parenting books out there, but most of them assume that the parent is well-versed in Catholicism. It’s a bit harder to raise your children Catholic when you’re still new to the Faith.

7. One book that you wish had never been written:

Anything that promotes terrorism, ethnic cleansing, pedophilia, and other crimes against humanity.

8. One book you’re currently reading:

Glimpses of the Church Faithers edited by Claire Russell.

9. One book you’ve been meaning to read:

Only ONE again? Siiiiiiiiiigh,

Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux

Now, whom do I tag? RO can answer in the comments box, as she is still blog-less. And if Jenny at Cor Immaculatae hasn't done it yet, let's hear from her.

--Sparki

Yeah, that was my kid at Mass on Sunday...

As any Catholic knows, Sunday the 6th was the Feast of the Transfiguration. So the “regular” Gospel reading got bumped, and it was the first part of John 6. John 6 usually takes three Sundays to cover, and well it should because it establishes the Sacrament of the Eucharist.

We have a new priest residing in our parish – he’s not our pastor, but a hospital chaplain, and he is sharing the rectory with our pastor and the chaplain for the rehabilitation hospital. But both chaplains celebrate Mass and hear confessions at our parish, and we are glad to have them.

Anyway, our new Father M is rather young and very enthusiastic about celebrating Mass. He is also a fine homilist, and when I found he was celebrating the Mass we attended Sunday (the 13th), I was looking forward to what he had to say. He had sort of smooshed together two homilies in one and covered both this week’s and last week’s John 6 passages.

He was getting rather excited as he was going through the passage and explaining this or that, and at one point compared the Protestant interpretation of communion with the Catholic Sacrament of the Eucharist. It was very interesting. It was so quiet out in the pews, it seemed that everybody was hanging on his every word. And as he made his final comparison, he practically shouted, “Do you see the difference?”

One small voice piped up. “No!”

It was Lola. My Lola. My funny two-and-a-half-year-old Lola, who somehow inherited perfect comedic timing.

All around us, hands were clamped over mouths to hide smiles and snickers. My hand was over my mouth, too. My husband, who was actually holding Lola on his lap at the time, buried his grin into the back of her hair and did his best to shush her without laughing.

Father M just kept right on going.

Later on in the afternoon, I was having a conversation with Zooey about his lack of participation in Mass. I know he’s only seven, but as I said to him, “Saying the Our Father is easy for you. It doesn’t matter if you’re tired or you don’t feel like praying, you should pray it because it’s easy for you. And the less you want to do it, the more of a sacrifice to God it is when you do do it, and God will accept and honor your sacrifice.”

Besides, he will be receiving instruction for his First Penance and First Holy Eucharist this year at school, and I want him to be in the habit of participating in Mass, not daydreaming.

After my bit, Zooey was apparently considering the magnitude of God. He said to me, “God is so huge and so much bigger than the world, when He looks at us, we’re just tiny little specks.”

I nodded my head in agreement, because I think from Zooey’s seven-year-old perspective, that’s probably a fair statement. Then I added, “But God’s sight is so much better than ours is, even though we are just tiny specks, He can see more about you than I can. He knows everything about you and can see every little atom in your body.” (Zooey already knows what atoms are.)

Zoo mulled this over and asked, “Can God see in three directions at once?”

“I think God can see millions of directions at once,” I answered.

I need to have more conversations like this with my kids. Maybe next time we go to Mass, Zooey will be thinking about that and he will pray the Our Father because he wants to, not just because it’s easy for him and a good thing to do.

--Sparki

Monday, August 14, 2006

Please pray for this family...

...who today laid to rest their two sons. The 17-year-old died after a long bought with cancer. The elder brother, age 26, died in a motorcycle accident on his way home to see the younger. Sometime recently, in his nervousness of approaching death, the younger boy had been asking for somebody to go with him on his journey. His big brother had said he would, but wasn't expecting to fulfill such a promise.

Great faith in that family. HT to Catholic Light.

--Sparki

Thursday, August 10, 2006

July Birthday Recaps

So, amidst all the horrible wars and other problems in the world, we managed to celebrate two birthdays in July. Edyn turned 4 on the first and we celebrated with family on the 9th. Zooey’s seventh birthday was on the 30th, and since he’s gone to every-other-year parties now, it was just a quiet day at home with a close friend over to play and eat cake.

Edyn had insisted on a Princess party, and tomboy that I am, it wasn’t the easiest thing for me to pull off. Plus, there are more boys than girls among the grandkids in this family, so I had to have stuff the boys would enjoy. Luckily, princesses kiss frogs and boys generally like frogs, so I had my answer.

We started out with a craft, and Edyn picked out fun-foam crowns in bright colors with stick-on foam shapes and letters. This was enjoyable for everyone, even our 11-year-old nephew and 2-year-old Lola. Great-Grandma M asked Lola to lend her crown, so Lola ran over to me and said we needed to make one more. She did a good job, and there is a particularly cute photo of her and Great-Grandma wearing their crowns.

After the craft, we played a version of “Hot Potato” which involved tossing a stuffed frog from player to player, and when the music stopped, whomever left holding the frog had to kiss it. The frog in question was a brightly patterned corduroy frog my mother-in-law had stitched up for my husband when he was very young, and it had just the “royal” look to it. It was funny to watch the boys try to ditch that frog as fast as they could so they wouldn’t be caught kissing it! (Zooey, of course, was caught and hammed it up a LOT.)

Then was the cake, and Edyn threw me for a loop a week before the party by insisting that the cake had to be a princess. I was planning on making a castle cake, which I’d done when Zooey was four with ice cream cones and what not. So, I searched the Internet for tips on making one of those cakes with a Barbie stuck into the middle of it and rescued Edyn’s cast-off “Ariel the Little Mermaid” doll from the give-away bag. It had dreadlocks by the time Edyn was done playing with it, so I also had to search the Internet for instructions on restoring Barbie hair. Let me tell you, the ladies who do that for fun are bordering on OCD. It took me two and a half hours (2 different evenings) to get it remotely nice, and I cut off about 4 inches of hair in the end, plus braided some bits that just would NOT smooth out again.

Based on instructions for using decorating frosting vs. fondant, I went the fondant route. You can buy that stuff pre-made at a craft store now, and all you have to do is dye it the right color, roll it out like a pie crust, and drape it over the cake. It even looks kind of like fabric when it’s done. Then you use left over fondant to build up a bodice on the dress. I had trouble getting that to stick and look nice, and I’m no dress designer, but Edyn was pretty thrilled with her princess cake. A a lot of people thought the creation was a centerpiece, not the cake, so there were a lot of oohs and ahhs when I stuck candles in the skirt and lit them. (That was a trip, too, because I didn’t want to melt the doll’s hands – I stuck the candles out at an angle. Had I invited enough people, I would have placed the doll cake on a half-sheet, so there would have been a flat surface to put candles on, but our party was small).

As for how fondant tastes...well, it’s a little bit like a marshmallow, but the texture is more chewy than that. Some folks liked it (Zooey and a few others), but the rest of us just set it aside.

When cake was consumed and presents were open, I had the kids put on their swimsuits for outdoor games. The first was the Prince(ss) and the Pauper relay. I had to tell the story because most of the kids didn’t know it for some reason. Then I divided the boys against the girls – the boys had extra players, but they were all older than the girls, so I told them that was their handicap to even the race. For each team, I had a set of royal clothes and a set of pauper clothes. The first person dressed as a prince(ss), ran to a lawn chair, changed into pauper clothes, than ran to the garage, tagged it and returned to start. Then they pulled off the pauper clothes for the next teammate to put on, who ran to the chair to change into royal clothes. And onwards. It was pretty funny!

Then it was out to the driveway to play the Princess (or Prince) and the Pea. Again, I had to tell the story because only my kids seemed to know it. Our kiddie pool was filled up with water balloons. Some of the water balloons contained green plastic pony beads. On “go,” the kids grabbed balloons and sat on them until they broke, then looked for a pea. Once they found a pea, they were out. But it was so fun, none of them wanted to stay out, so they just all kept sitting on balloons. This was a hit – we should have made more balloons! Poor little Edyn, though, she weighs so little, she had a dickens of a time popping a balloon with her hiney.

Then the kids just played in the pool and on the slip-and-slide until the end of the party. I didn’t have time to do elaborate goody bags (I wanted to make velvet drawstring bags), but each got a silver lunch bag with their names written in calligraphy and jewels glued on here and there. Inside was a lollypop shaped like a crown, a ring pop, vinyl frog “squirters”, chocolate coins and a few other treats.

Zooey’s non-party was much simpler, as all it required was calling a friend and arranging a play date. As it happened, it worked out best for the friend to come over on Zooey’s actual birthday...and to bring his little sister to play with my girls. The plan was to play, watch a movie and eat cake.

The cake was up in arms as Zooey kept changing his mind until 2 days before his birthday. He finally settled on Chronicles of Narnia (his current favorite book series AND movie). I tried desperately to talk him out of it because I had NO idea how I was going to make that happen, but he was so confident I could do it, I gave in.

If you know me at all, you know that decorator tubes of icing and me are not a good combination. I like to frost a cake solid and then stick things on top. So bright and early Saturday morning, I started calling all the toy stores and department stores in town, looking for Chronicles of Narnia toys. Nobody had any, because the movie came out last year.

Finally, I thought of a Christian bookstore. They tend to carry that kind of thing no matter how out of date. Sure enough, they had some options. I figured we’d buy a set, and then I’d frost the cake grass green and set up a battle scene. Not unlike Zooey’s Star Wars III cake last year, which was a volcano with Obi-Wan and Annikan action figures stationed on it, light sabers drawn.

At the store, Zooey picked out an Aslan figure with biting action and he told me he wanted Aslan jumping over the rocks to attack the White Witch. Uh...okay...So how was I going to pull off rocks?

At home, I broke several graham crackers into irregular shapes, then stacked them with thin coats of chocolate frosting in between. The more irregular, the better. Then I got out some almond bark and died it grey. (If you try this at home, be sure to use gel or paste food coloring, because the liquid drops will ruin almond bark.)

Grey is a fun color to mix with food coloring. I started with a smidgen of yellow, then added a little purple. That wasn’t right at all, so in went a little brown and I chided myself for not having any black on hand. This mixture was too red, so I put in a bit of green and got a passable grey color. Later on, I found black food coloring gel hiding in my cupboard and smacked myself on the forehead. It would have been much easier to make grey with that! And I could have had streaks of black and brown in it to make it look even rockier.

Anyway, the graham cracker stacks were coated with greyed almond bark and left on waxed paper to set up. They actually turned out well and tasted very good. These were set on the grass-green cake and Aslan was propped up with clear drinking straws so that he appeared to be jumping over them. Zooey added the candles (one #7 and six regular ones so he had seven flames to blow out), and he was very happy with the results!

That’s all for today...

--Sparki