Yesterday morning Bella simply would not go down for a nap. Exhausted and crying, she clearly needed one; but when put in her crib only stood at the bars and screamed. Fortunately for me, there was instant messenger and a level-headed husband who...
It’s been out a while now. Maybe most people have already devoured their copies. Or at least read a review or two. But even so, I feel compelled to add my voice to the chorus of praise. Because a good book can never be overpraised. Last night...
I went in for my first prenatal today. I didn’t see the doctor, just the nurse. They confirmed the pregnancy, did blood work and I filled out paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. And they told me I’m going to have to find a new OB...
I love today’s first reading: Rejoice with Jerusalem and be glad because of her, all you who love her; Exult, exult with her, all you who were mourning over her! Oh, that you may suck fully of the milk of her comfort, That you may nurse with...
So, people have been asking me, how’s it working out, staying home by myself with Bella all day while Dom goes to an office? It’s definitely a hard transition. I didn’t notice so much at first. We’d had days where Dom was...
Not sure why, but last night as I was getting ready for bed suddenly it seemed very urgent to write a blog entry about our bedtime prayers with Isabella. Maybe it’s because I’ve been reading two good books about Catholic motherhood and...
Blogging from the hammock, under the magnolia tree. Sunny and breezy. A perfect day. Sitting in the shade I’m neither too warm nor too cool. Bella’s down for a nap. Dom’s baking bread. When I went into the house to fetch a glass of...
In a new essay at First Things, “Homeschooling and Christian Duty,” Sally Thomas responds to the charge frequently leveled against homeschoolers that “By withdrawing from the larger culture, homeschoolers aid and abet the culture�s...
This reflection on motherhood, quoted on the Wittingshire blogwas so beautiful I just had to copy it out and share it: To be a Mother is to be the sacrament—the effective symbol—of place. Mothers do not make homes, they are our home: in...
I just did a quick search to make sure spider plants are non-toxic (they are) after finding Bella walking around chewing on a leaf saying, “Yummy yummy.” You’d think I never fed the girl!
