Come on

you know you wish you were Jessie's Girl.

Request for help and for prayers

First the prayer request: Please pray for Chris, who is experiencing many temptations right now. He said, "When I pray, something bad always happens. I'm done praying."

Now the help:

Any advice on talking to my cousin and aunt, both Catholic, who have become very deeply involved in the New Age movement? Anyone been there?

Finally, the recognition I deserve

Primo, to me after I had the audacity to stir the chocolate into his chocolate milk instead of providing him with the unmixed milk and a spoon:

"Queen of Everything, why are you doing this to me?"

I have commenced

trying to lose the baby fat. From the last two babies.

You know it's bad when the only clothes you can fit into are the maternity clothes!

As I alluded to in this post, I will be posting my weight loss progress (or lack thereof) hoping that reporting to my 5 readers will offer me greater accountability in the whole weight loss journey. I went back to Weight Watchers on September 25. Since then, I have lost 6.8 lbs (and there was much rejoicing hooray). My long-term goal is about 70 lbs., so I'm 10% of the way there. So, the day I get weighed in, I'll post my progress here. I promise only to talk about this once a week. Feel free to skip these posts if you want. I won't mind :)

I guess I asked for it

Yesterday, after an extremely trying first 10 minutes home from school in which there were two bathroom accidents with the boys, one major (can we say "regression?") and one not so bad, I got a few seconds alone and prayed, "Lord, take my frustrations and unite them with your suffering on the cross for the salvation of souls."

Well, if I thought those first ten minutes were bad, they were nothing compared to the next 2 hours. He must really have wanted to save some souls because there was the usual homework frustration, then there was the near fistfight over a game of Cariboo while mommy tried to make dinner then Primo's half hour long temper tantrum because I dared to cut up his linguine!!!!! in which there was pillow throwing (AT me, not BY me), slamming of doors and threats to run away.

When the dust settled, they were sent to bed after dinner and Primo has no TV for a week and no homecoming game at the school where daddy works. Of course, they pick the night when Daddy stayed late at work to play racquetball.

I wish I could say I remained saintly and composed.

So, be careful what you ask God to take. He might just give you the chance to give it to Him.

"Friends"

A song by Bubba, age 3. Composed this afternoon on a pretend harmonica (which is in reality, the watermelon "shaker" maraca-type thing Primo made during letter "W" week in Pre-K last year. How it has survived since April, I have no idea.).

My Friends
Friends Friends
Are cool
Cool Cool
They're wonderful
Wonderful Wonderful
I have a little sister named La Bambina
I have a big brother named Primo
I have a big girl named Mommy
I have a grandmother named Mom mom
I have a dad called Daddy
I have a friend called Brian
He lives in a ranch house.
They're my friends.