Showing posts with label dh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dh. Show all posts

Sunday, October 30, 2011

He still keeps me laughing

I got back to the car after making the standard "newspapers and doughnuts" run through the grocery store. I was tired after holding the baby at Mass/Sunday School for over two hours, and I was ready to get home.

As I was reaching out to open my door, I saw my husband taking Grace out of the car.

He looked at me with sympathy, and then said, "I'm so sorry, but Grace really has to go to the bathroom."

Ugh. Going back in there was the LAST thing I wanted to do... especially since she had taken her shoes off, and I was going to have to carry her all the way to the back of the store.

As I was walking away my husband called out across the parking lot cheerily:

"Offer it up!.... Offer it up for all those who are incontinent!"

Needless to say, I laughed all the way to the back of the store.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Weekend Wrap Up

Many thanks to all of you who have been praying for me. It's been a rather emotional two weeks for me, and so I'm thankful to have people care enough to pray. Thank you.

1. I would also like to thank God (and St. Jude and St. Joseph for their intercession!) for two prayer requests that my husband and I had. Both situations are improving greatly, and it has taken a load off of our shoulders.

2. On a completely different note (and that's why these wrap-ups are so much fun. I don't have to come up with a creative segue from one topic to the next... just slap down a new number and off I go!), have you ever listened to those old time radio shows? My dad used to have us sit around the kitchen table in the dark and listen to mysteries like "Sorry, Wrong Number," or episodes of "The Shadow" so that we could get a taste of what it was like for him when he was a little boy.

Well, my brother came to visit recently, and left us several cds of some radio shows to listen to -- "The Sealed Book" and "The Whistler." Now, I must admit that I didn't know that they were going to be kind of "Twilight Zone" sort of creepy, so I felt really bad that I played it for my kids in the car; they, however, thought it was cool and have begged to listen to them every time we have to drive somewhere.

Now, creepiness (and the appropriateness of me letting my children listen to this) aside, I must say that the interesting part of listening to them is that they are all, deep down, morality plays.  For example, in one episode, a woman was being blackmailed for a horrible secret in her past, and she just couldn't let it get out. As the story continued, I heard one of my children proclaim from the back seat, "You know, if she just went to confession, this whole thing would be over, and everything would be OK." EXACTLY! We have had the most wonderful conversations because of these shows, talking about the need for repentance, the glamor of evil, the importance of living our lives for God, and that our sins will ALWAYS find us out.

3. Scrapbooking. Finally getting started again. Maybe one of these years, I'll actually go back and fill in something about Kathryn's birth (over 10 years ago)... or any other children born since then. I've got good intentions, but it seems that either I don't have the pictures ready, or not enough pages in the albums (my problem right now), or I run out of ink in the printer. Still, I managed to do 5 2-page spreads last night, and my family enjoyed looking at them today.

My husband is so sweet. He tells me how much he appreciates the fact that I do this -- chronicle the story of our family -- either through scrapbooking or this blog. In fact, when I asked him to prioritize the things I should be doing during our summer break (only fair since I'm always doing this to him!) he listed "scrapbooking" as one of the things he'd like to see up there in the top 3.

4. Speaking of my husband, I've mentioned before how incredibly funny and creative he is. We had the best time at supper tonight, laughing over all the names and adventures that he created with the Little People. (yeah, he's one of those dads who loves to lay down on the floor and play with the kids. God love him!!) As we talked about it, ALL the kids decided that they'd love to create a new adventure with him so, after suppertime cleanup, I had 8 kids on the floor with their dad, laughing hysterically as he came up with a new storyline about a secret agent and his spy network. I couldn't even begin to describe it, so I won't, other than to say that if you knew my husband, you'd understand how completely off the wall the story was.

It's at times like this that I enjoy just sitting back and watching my family in action, and I praise God for allowing me this great privilege of being a part of all this.


May all of us have a blessed week!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

HOW are we supposed to do that?

Today's second reading says, in part:

"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, as in all wisdom you teach and admonish one another, singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God."

My husband has been taking this to heart, admonishing us all in his best show tune voice. I haven't been able to stop laughing all morning.




(And about that snow -- it looks like it fizzled out, so there's really not much more snow than there was last night. My kids are still hopeful, though, that we'll get another round. Why can't I be a bit more like them, and choose to be hopeful rather than pessimistic about life?)

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Labor of Love

I bought a bag of overripe bananas at the grocery store today. With Kathryn's help we turned that banana stash into....







Four loaves of banana bread (for breakfasts) and banana pudding (for dessert tonight).

Why is this a labor of love?

Because I cannnot STAND the smell or taste of bananas. I won't be eating a bit of this.

But it's a small way I can let my husband know how much I love him. He is one of those rare few who is content to do little acts of kindness without letting anyone know about it (unlike me, who seems to be posting about hers! *ahem*) He amazes me with how he can go through the day, serving in big and small ways, without ever wanting to stand on the table and shout out, "Hey! Somebody better be appreciating all that I'm doing here!" (oh, that is so me I hate to admit it... but there it is... )

So if I can return the favor... even in just a small way... but stomaching the smell of bananas and making all of this, then it was truly worth it indeed.

[Now, I just need to check and see if I can freeze banana bread... otherwise, my family will be eating a ton of bread this week!

OK, I checked. Yes you can. Whew!]

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Can I brag on my husband a minute?

'Cause seriously, I need to.

This man deserves SERIOUS accolades.

Remember how we've been doing that whole "keeping the Sabbath day holy" thing by getting all our work done on Saturday? And how Saturday has turned into a somewhat frantic dash at times to get all the stuff done (so I won't go nuts on Sunday seeing all of it still lying around)?

Yeah, well, today I wasn't here.

Christopher had his First Confession today (yeah! More on that in a minute) and some of my kids are still sick, so I got to be the "take him" parent while dh got to be the "stay home with the sick ones" parent. Afterwards we made a quick trip to one of the grocery stores I usually go to each week, went home for a quick lunch, and then I went back out again to do Christmas shopping/more grocery shopping.

I was gone from 9:30 am to 6:00 pm.

My husband had said that he would have everyone clean up while I was gone, but I had NO IDEA he had this kind of cleaning in mind.

My house looks BEAUTIFUL! The kitchen is gorgeous, the bathrooms are spotless, the kids' rooms are amazing, and ALL of the laundry is finished. He rearranged bookshelves, went through I don't know how many loads of dishes (we were out of dish soap this morning, so there was quite the backlog...), and even (get this) pulled the TV out of the cabinet and vacuumed back there... oh! and went couch diving, and cleared out everything that had fallen into the actual body of the couch (you know, when you have to dig waaaaay down into the sides of the couch to pull stuff out? Yeah, that's what he did)


Can you believe it?

I told my family over and over again how amazed I was at the FANTASTIC job they did, and further commended him for getting so much done while I was gone. *I* am the one who will have a problem settling down tomorrow if the house is not clean, not him -- and yet look at all he did -- for me... for our family -- just so that we could truly enjoy tomorrow. Furthermore, he showed the kids by his actions that Sunday is important enough to prepare for.


My husband is amazing, and I thank you for allowing me this few minutes to brag on him, because he truly deserves it.


[*note on Christopher's First Confession: After it was over, I asked him how he felt, and he exclaimed, "I feel like I just took a shower on the inside!"]