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Let Us Pray

I have been talking with Aidan about praying for people, especially his godfather, Jim.  I have explained to him that as Catholics, we ask Jesus' mommy, Mary, to ask Jesus to help us because Jesus loves his mother a lot (and would never introduce her as "my friend, Mary") and listens to what she asks him to do.

Today, Aidan looked at the crucifix above our dining table and said, "Oh no, Mommy! Look at Jesus' knees!  He fell down and hurt them.  We need to pray for him."

He began with his pint-sized sign of the Cross and prayed:

"Dear Jesus,

You hurt your knees.  Dear Jesus' Mommy, can you please help your son get better so that we can thank him for our food tonight? 

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit...Amen."

"This is my friend, Denise."

Tonight, I loaded the kiddos in the Subaru and headed for the mall in search of shoes to match a bridesmaid's dress (I was successful, by the way. Breathe a sigh of relief!).  Before leaving the mall, we stopped at the Border's cafe for a coffee for me (which explains why I, of all people, am blogging after MIDNIGHT!  Yikes.) and a drink for the kids.  Aidan, ever the politicking toddler, introduced himself to the cute blonde barrista, "Hello, I am Aidan Michael Connor.  What's your name?"  Bemused, she replied, "Hello, I am Beth."  Aidan proceeded to introduce the rest of his party:  "This is my little sister, Gabrielle Rebekah Connor and this is my friend, Denise."

No lie. 

My friend, Denise.

40 weeks of pregnancy.

55 pounds gained (long me, you gain a lot with the first one, especially when your doctor puts you on partial bedrest, Ok??)

8 hours of labor.

11 months of feeding the child from my own BODY.

Spoiled beyond belief with toys, clothes, and love.

Countless sleepless nights...

all reduced to "my friend, Denise" to impress a pretty girl.  Lord, help me.  I don't think I can bear the teenage years if this is what THREE is like!!!!

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Dear Readers,

No, I will not be "vlogging" any time soon.  I love to write too much to simply tape myself speaking.  I know you were all wondering if I would be jumping on the latest bandwagon of video weblogs.  Rest can depend on my mini-essays and reflections and photos.  :)


13 Healthy Habits

I was browsing the Oprah website, and she has a list of 13 healthy habits to improve your life . . . here they are (with my commentary in parentheses a la The Princess Bride, which I just finished reading).

1.  Eat breakfast every morning. (Score, I do that...good health, here I come!)

2. Add fish and Omega-3 fatty acids to your diet. (Ok, I confess that the only time I really eat fish is during Lent...strike one...)

3. Get enough sleep.  (The article says 7-10 hours a night...Uh...give me a second, let me count. Ok, I am still doing OK.  I usually get 7...)

4. Make social connections. (It says "join a church".  I think we have that one covered, too!  I think you know I am fairly gregarious!)

5.  Exercise for better health.  (To be honest, I was a total exercise slacker this academic year, BUT I have been working out frequently this summer...running, even! Can you imagine?  I did 2.7 miles today.)

6.  Practice good dental hygiene.  (OMG, as the kids say...I have a dentist appointment tomorrow!  Hmm...but I am bad about flossing.  Let's be honest here, a dental honesty day, if you will...who flosses?  Daily?)

7.  Take up a hobby.  (LOL LOL LOL.  I think I've got THAT covered...I have 15 different hobbies which keep me incredibly active~!)

8. Protect your skin.  (I am, well, religious about this one.  And I don't mean Christmas and Easter religious.  I use at minimum SPF 50 and I would never dream of going tanning.  Too many people I love are suffering with cancer...why put myself at risk?  And I never tanned as a kid. I go from Casper to Lobster in 15 minutes.  Not worth even trying.)

9. Snack the healthy way.  (Ok, I am nutritionally negligent, as my students will testify...I think I've been told that Easy Mac for lunch is NOT really a meal more than once this school closet is stocked with the stuff...that and microwaveable soup.  I should eat more fruits and veggies.  Hold on a sec...I'll put it on my "To-Do" list...ok, I'm back.)

10.  Drink Water and Eat Dairy.  (Not too bad in this department, though I could up the water intake, just like everyone else I know.)

11.  Drink Tea.  (Huh.  Who saw that one coming?  I do drink tea, but I drink diet iced tea, which is probably 97% chemicals and any potential antioxidant benefits of the tea are probably lost...)

12.  Take a daily walk.  (Wait, this one isn't under exercise?  Let me read this one closely.  Oh, I get it.  Don't be slacker and actually walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, etc.  That's cool.)

13.  Plan.  (Total OMG!  I was born with a "To-Do" list in my hand...for evidence see #9...)

Well that was fun.  I just got home from Bald Eagle State Park; we took the kids from the youth group there for a picnic and swim day.  Aidan and Gabrielle went, too, and we had a lot of fun.  I didn't...get ready for this...take my camera, though.  I just let life happen and we had fun.  That's nice, too.  Maybe that should be on the list of healthy habits.

He's got a point...

Today, after my dear friend Shell brought pizza over for dinner and we were out in the yard, Aidan brought me a crabapple from one of our trees.  He wanted me to eat it, and I explained that we don't eat crab apples.  His next question was, "Where is the crab? In the apple?", there's no crab in a crab apple.  Naturally curious, he then asked, "Well, why do we call it a crab apple if there's no crab??"

Uh...again, English teacher at a loss for words.  I have no clue why they are called crab apples...

After several Google searches, the best explanation I've found is that the name "crabapple" is said to come from the crooked shape of the branches that are said to resemble a crab on its back.  There you have it, folks.  Leave it to a three-year old to ask life's tough questions!

Pet Peeves

Mike and I took the kids to the Children's Discovery Workshop today, and afterward, we decided to pick up some subs at Wegman's and head to Indian Park.   We had a great day, and you know me, I'll be posting pictures of our adventures soon, but I just have to vent about 2 things.

1.  Smokers who think that the world is their personal ashtray.  Need I say more here, really?

2.  Boroughs that have parks and ducks, but won't take responsibility for a poor duck that has a fishing lure stuck in its beak because "umm..we don't really have anyone that does that."  Sheesh!

Sorry...I really did have a good day, but I guess I am just feeling a little grumpy!  :)


Saint Peregrine, Pray for Us

A prayer asking the intercession of St. Peregrine, the Patron Saint of those afflicted with cancer.

O great St. Peregrine, you have been called "The Mighty," "The Wonder-Worker," because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you.

For so many years you bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more. You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction. Ask of God and Our Lady, the cure of the sick whom we entrust to you.

(Pause here and silently recall the names of the sick for whom you are praying)

Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing to God, now and for all eternity, a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy.

Say "I love you" today!

A very dear and wonderful friend of mine is dying.  He is my son's godfather and has been battling lung cancer for the past year.  He was recently given a grim diagnosis...his doctor plans to continue fighting the cancer with chemotherapy for as long as his body can take it, but the cancer has spread rapidly to both lungs and he was told to get his affairs in order.  I spent three awesome hours at his house today, just sitting in the sunroom with him, telling stories, talking about politics, life, love, marriage, kids, anything and everything.  His wife works during the day and thankfully I have the summers off, so I can spend time with him during the day as his schedule allows.  He will no doubt have many other visitors (including his home health team) to keep him company as well.  I told him that he will see so much of me that he'll get sick of my face! 

At one point, while I was there, he talked to his son on the phone and at the end of the call, he said, "I love you, too."  After he hung up the phone, he said to me, "That is a new son tells me he loves me now every time he calls."  What a beautiful thing!

Don't wait until someone you care about is dying to say, "I love you!"  Say it today, say it often, and mean it.  We do not live forever, though we think are invincible.  Tell those around you how you feel before it's too late!