Tuesday, May 19, 2009


I had a whole book to write as an update, but I hear Meghan freaking out downstairs and know that Jason will be running up here with her in a second. So...here are some pictures until I have a moment. (HA!)

The obligatory Bayleigh and baby shot. She's such a good dog. We never had to use those stupid mittens with the twins, but I can't keep up with Meghan's nails!

Baby Meghan (aka: Gummie - Figgy's new nickname for her new sister.)

Figgy and The Professor before their cousin's 1st Holy Communion.

The Professor snuck away to eat his corn-on-the-cob in peace. We had a barbecue after Mikayla's 1st Communion this weekend and he kept stealing everyone's corn!

Mikayla and Figgy (with a friend of Mikayla's) had a good time on the trampoline.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Two funnies from today and then I'm going to bed...

We were driving to pick up lunch today and a truck pulled out from a side road about 1/4 mile away. From the back of the car I hear Ethan scream, "WATCH OUT! TRUUUCK!"

Ellie's new favorite comment in the car (have I told you all this? I forget.) is: "C'MON, person, MOVE!" Gee...I wonder where she gets that from?

We were sitting outside this evening waiting for our table to be ready at dinner. The kids were running up and down the sidewalk and Ellie noticed a particularly striking young man with blond, curly hair. He must have been about 20 months old, maybe? She ran up to him and his mom and dad and let out a very enthusiastic, "HI!" before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. His very own personal welcoming committee... My husband was mortified and my mom and I could barely contain ourselves. We were laughing hysterically, right along with the little boy's mom.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Mothers Day 2009

If you're anything like me, you gave up that mommy purse for a much more practical diaper bag and are longing for that little bit of style back in your life. :)

Saturday, May 2, 2009

You know, I've spent my life questioning the idea of God. I was raised Catholic and felt that good old Catholic guilt for most of my childhood. I walked away from any idea of organized religion for many years because I felt abandoned by this God that everyone talked about. It wasn't until I met my husband and we decided we wanted to start a family that I began thinking about what sort of life I wanted to offer my family. We had just moved to a new apartment and there was a brand new Catholic church up the street. We figured we'd try it out, what did we have to lose?

The connection was immediate for me. The priest was a younger man and the congregation was fairly young, too. Lots of families with young children. We continued going and eventually registered as parishoners. We became active in the community and enjoyed our newly found relationships with the people in the parish. We were regular, contributing members for five years. Then, we had our twins. We continued attending Mass but, at some point along the way, had to stop contributing monetarily. We haven't contributed in two years. I should also say that our favorite priest stepped down as head of the parish and asked to be transferred to a smaller parish because he was feeling overwhelmed with the responsibilities of money collection and paying off the new mortgage for the church...

I called the parish office last week to arrange for Meghan's baptism because her Godmother was in town and I figured it would be the perfect time for us to do this. I was not prepared for what I was about to hear. Apparently, they keep a record of the registered members and how much they contribute, monetarily, to the parish. The woman on the phone informed me that we could not have Meghan baptized there. I asked why and she informed me that their records indicated we had not been parish members for two years. I informed her that she was incorrect, that we were regular members but had not contributed because of finances and moving. She was silent for a few moments and then asked where we moved to. I told her. Then, she responded with some deal about how our registration had faltered and that we'd have to re-register but that the new parish priest would not allow it. I asked why. She said that he did not allow young families with children that lived outside of parish boundaries to register because he didn't believe they'd remain active and actually show up for Mass.

I am speechless. It all comes down to money. It doesn't matter that we've been parishoners for well over 5 years, now.

I have to tell you that I am feeling greatly disenchanted with the Catholic faith and all things God right now. The last time I checked, Jesus didn't charge his followers for their baptisms. I've been feeling as though I've been forgotten, lately, and this just seals the deal. :(