On Saturday we took a longish drive down to the Cape Cod Canal. There is a lovely little park there and after we’d had lunch at Chili’s, the kids had a grand time running around for a while. The day was grey but warmish. In fact, Anthony...
photo here: “Cross… Crosses… just after the sunset at the Manapadu beach, Tuticorin District, Tamilnadu, India.” I’ve realized that my Waste Land series is going to get long and unwieldy in terms of people trying to...
photo: Alps by Fr Antunes, on Flickr And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the...
As I said in my previous post, Bella and Sophie colored butterflies and then cut them out and then made butterfly gardens out of their silk scarves and dress-up clothes.Just thought I’d share what one of those gardens looked like. In our...
I’ve been going through a rough patch in recent weeks. Not any one thing I can put my finger on—except the screaming two year old who won’t sleep—but a general weariness and anxiety and a longing for a peace and a quiet which...
Sophie asked for a butterfly picture to color and she colored it “with one gold wing and one red wing and blue in the middle.” Then she asked my sister to write down her words: The sun was up in the sky below the butterfly’s...
Anthony has been shorn. It was past time as his hair was in his eyes and straggling over his collar. But now he looks so different. I keep wondering who this little boy is who’s wandering about the house emptying all my drawers and making...
Bella told me that she’s been saying her own morning prayers in her room before she comes out. Different prayers every day, she says. Sometimes she likes to sing them sometimes she says them. She is also opening her Bible story book and...
Poor Dom was recording Anthony playing with the step stool when he fell down and gashed his forehead. We didn’t even realize he’d been cut until Dom brought him into the other room and I noticed that his eyebrow was red. Poor baby...
At one point this morning as we were getting ready for Mass, Dom looked at me and said, “We’ve gone past the stage of wanting to cry and are right into composing the blog post in your head!” I had to laugh because that’s...
